If you were at the Hitching Post on a certain night of the week, you might have encountered an elderly man sitting at his favorite seat at the bar. Listening to him make small talk about the food or local happenings around town, you might never have realized you were talking to legendary Newsweek photographer Ed Wergeles, who died in 2013.
āHe never really would talk about himself,ā said his daughter, Wendy Wergeles. āOne time I went to pick him up and he said, āSome guy Googled me.āā

What that person probably found from that internet search was the story of a remarkable career in photojournalism. Through May, the Los Alamos Public Library is featuring an exhibit of Edās Newsweek covers from 1959. As children sit among the small stacks of books, studying for tests or reading in comfy chairs, his photos loom large above them, a constant reminder of the dark days of American history and some of the countryās biggest achievements.
Born in Newtown, Conn., Ed grew up in Brooklyn and later moved to Manhattan. His love of photography started at an early age, when he would take empty coal bins and convert them into a darkroom.
āHe would sleep with a scanner to monitor the police,ā Wendy said. āHeād find out what was going on with the police and go shoot pictures in the middle of the night.ā
Ed worked for the New York Journal-American as a photographer documenting the streets of New York City. When World War II came, Ed became a war photographer, shooting pictures for the Armyās magazine Yank.Ā
His covers at Newsweek from 1959 tell the story of a tumultuous year in history that he didnāt talk much about with is friends at the Hitching Post in Buellton. The photos tell a story of a nation navigating the murky waters of diplomacy with the Soviet Union. They show a country coming to terms with the equal rights for women, waking up to the dawn of the space age, and laughing along with television stars like Jack Parr. Edās work paints a picture of a complex nation with growing pains, making steps toward technological evolution and social progress.
His career at Newsweek ended in 1961 when he moved to Forbes, where he was appointed art director. A medical condition all but ended his photography career, and he eventually retired from his beloved profession.
āHe retired early from Forbes, due to a detached retina,ā Wendy said. āThen my mom passed away around 2001.ā
He had been living in Sarasota, Fla. When his daughter found out heād been hospitalized, alone, she finally convinced him to come to California.
āI said, āThis is ridiculous,āā she said. āāWhy donāt you come out and live near me.āā
The retired photographer decided to come out to Solvang for a month to see if he liked it. A year later, he had made the town his permanent home.

āHe had his daily routine,ā Wendy said. āHe would get up and do his ritual. He would go to the Mandarin Touch. Every Monday weād go grocery shopping. Weād have to get to the Hitching Post about quarter to four, so he could sit in his favorite chair.ā
She said her father would never talk about himself, with one exception. If he encountered a service member, he would spark up conversation and tell them about the time he shot U.S. Air Force Gen. Hoyt Vandenberg for a cover.
āThe next thing you know, they would strike up a conversation about Vandenberg and go on and on,ā Wendy said. āHe knew so many famous people; heād been to so many special places.ā
When he died in 2013, she held a celebration of his life at her apartment. She said her dad told them he wanted her to āuse my ashes as pepper and flush me down the toilet when youāre done,ā a comical request she said they never went through with.
Wendy, easygoing and friendly, is fond of reminiscing about her fatherās works, despite the tinge of sadness that echoes each word. She grew up in New York and eventually wound up at Cottonwood Ranch in Los Alamos, training competitive show and racehorses. Her fatherās memorabilia and photographs fill a room in her home, as she works to document and archive it as best she can.

āI really didnāt get to see him very much, because he was always traveling with his work,ā she said. āHe would come home on weekends and be gone again by Mondays. I donāt think either of us knew each other that well.ā
Wendy helped plan the exhibit at the Los Alamos Library as a way to honor her fatherās legacy, unaware of the volume of public interest it would receive. On April 8, Newsweek senior writer Alexander Nazaryan spoke to a packed crowd at the library about the history of the magazine. While the technology and tools for media may have changed, the general goal is still the same, he said.
āI think we do it different now but at the same time, a cover is a cover,ā Nazaryan said. āIt has to sell whatās inside. ⦠Itās a challenge thatās age old.ā
For Wendy, some of the best memories of her father are of the time when he didnāt have a camera in his hand, when he was tooling around town in his electric chair, staying with her, and living a quiet life.
āThat was really special,ā she said.
Arts and Lifestyle Writer Rebecca Rose wanted to be a photojournalist at one point in her career. Contact her at rrose@santamariasun.com.
This article appears in Apr 20-27, 2017.

