Pamela Webber Whedon Ph.D. of Sherman Oaks, CA, passed away on June 28 2026, from complications after surgery. All those she left behind are heartbroken.

Pam was born in Indianapolis to Robert Henning Webber and Jeanne Benning Webber. She spent her childhood in Syracuse, New York where her father was CFO at The Dietz Company.

Though Pam was one of a kind, she was also one of three, growing up alongside her younger sisters Rosemary and Sally, both of whom survive her. They have always been an adorable trio of wit, giggles, and perfect three-part harmony.

She graduated from Syracuse Central High School, received her Bachelor of Arts from Syracuse University in 1965. It would be 42 years later that she’d receive her Ph.D from University of North Carolina at the age of 65.

She never let go of her childlike passion for art, music and theater. Her love for the stage started in high school where she sang the lead comedic role in “What, Me Worry?”, a musical written by her English teacher, Muriel Ketchum. She acted and sang in amateur productions in Syracuse before moving to New York City, where she continued to perform throughout early adulthood.

She worked as a switchboard operator and then a Production Assistant at The Dick Cavett Show in the late ‘60s. This led to a job at the Children’s Television Workshop editing scripts for The Electric Company. She also provided voiceovers for characters such as Loaf of Bread in “This Is Your Life, Loaf of Bread” on Sesame Street.

The head-writer of the Electric Company, Tom Whedon, asked her to accompany him to the Christmas party one year and, when she agreed to do so, the two fell deeply and hilariously in love, marrying in 1973. The couple lived in New York City together but eventually followed the television industry out west, settling down in Pacific Palisades, California.

Pam had two boys and welcomed Tom’s three older sons into the family as well. She was a loving and dedicated mother, active as PTA President at Marquez Elementary and Crossroads High School when her children were growing up.

Pam’s interest in the visual arts was rekindled at the Brentwood Art Center where she took courses and eventually started working as an administrator.

Kids grown and beginning their adult lives, Pamela decided to go back to school, unfazed by classmates 40 years her junior, earning her Masters and Ph.D. in Art History at the University of North Carolina. She published her dissertation on Jean-Antoine Watteau’s use of musical images/metaphors in his paintings, and upon completion, traveled abroad and within the United States lecturing on her work.

After her graduation, she and husband Tom moved back to Los Angeles from North Carolina to be closer to family. Pam began giving tours at The Getty Museum, her art expertise an open book to anyone in her company.

Following the loss of her husband Tom in 2016, her final years marked a focus on family, grandkids, and a return to the brush and the palette. Pamela filled hundreds of canvases with captivating figures, landscapes and still life, all of which will now be distributed to family and friends.

She loved novels and Paris and cheese and “Someone in a Tree” and ice cream and Thanksgivings back east and Cézanne and tennis and Broadway and sweaters and Hawaii and martinis and writers and smoking the occasional joint and charades and the Alps and bagels with lox on Christmas morning and laughs over cocktails with old friends, but most of all she loved her family.

She was intelligent, funny on purpose, silly by accident, and pretty as a sunset. Her quick wit was matched by her kind heart and the deep connections she was able to form so quickly.  We will miss her dearly but will try to keep her memory alive forever. Her grandkids will always cherish the time spent with their Grandma Pooms.

She is survived by her sons Jed and spouse Maurissa Tancharoen and their daughter Benny-Sue; son Zack and his spouse Eliza Clark-Whedon and their children Graeme and Toby; by her stepsons Sam, Matt, and Joss and their children; by several nieces and nephews and their children; and of course by her sisters Sally Lincoln and Posy Webber and their families, all of whom have stayed in close contact all these years.

“Here’s to us. Who’s like us? Damn few.”

Family and friends will celebrate Pam’s life on her birthday, September 13th at a private residence. People she didn’t like will not be invited.