I only met Julius Schwartz once, briefly, when as a fan, I was attending one of the Chicago Comicons, back when they were called the Chicago Comicon, a dozen years ago or so. I was young, callow, and naïve, ill-prepared to act outside of my comfort zone. Only one of those has changed.
When I saw Mr. Schwartz among the crowd, I wanted to take the opportunity to go up and greet him, maybe shake his hand. I was a DC junkie, still am, mostly, and I wanted to express my gratitude for the many comics I'd read and enjoyed that he'd edited, or that derived their basis from comics he'd edited. So my line was "Thank you for the Silver Age". It's indisputable that Schwartz was primarily responsible for DC's Silver Age and, via the Justice League, indirectly responsible as well for the publishing decision that resulted in Marvel's Silver Age. (Mort Weisinger's Superman mythology is also fundamental to DC's Silver Age, but it was evolutionary in nature, not revolutionary like Schwartz's superhero line.)
Mr. Schwartz's response was "What about the Golden Age?" I was dumbstricken. I still don't know how to respond to that.
Mr. Schwartz's effect on the Golden Age of Science Fiction is well-attested, but he was influential, not seminal, and this was a comic book convention, not a science fiction convention, and science fiction does not have a Silver Age as such, so I did not conceive of his question applying to science fiction. Nor does its applicability matter now.
I stammered my way out of the rest of the encounter.
And that's my Julius Schwartz story.
I met Julie Schwartz a couple times. I generally had Sidne Gail Ward with me. I find that whenever you meet a famous celebrity, the best way to avoid having them notice a faux pas is to have a beautiful woman standing next to you. So, for Chris Ware, I had Denise Voskuil next to me. For Judge Leslie Easterbrook, I had Honey Michelle Gregory next to me. For Liam Neeson, I had Heather Graham next to me. (No, I don't know her, but bizarrely enough I made some stupid joke about existential philosophy, and Douglas Hofstadter laughed, and Ms. Graham asked me to explain the joke. So I did, and it seemed like she might have understood it, but Neeson just looked at me like I was speaking Greek. And then Gertrude Stein punched me in the mouth...)
My Julie Schwartz story is boring. I got in the somewhat embarrassingly short line to see him at Mid-Ohio Con, said hi when I got to the head, maybe made some kind of small talk, then moved on.