A lot of folks, both online and off, have been eulogizing Walter Cronkite over the past week, but undoubtedly one of my favorites comes from our friend Carla at Blue Oregon, whose own unique relationship to the CBS newscaster apparently dates back to her toddler years:
Every week night at 5PM, the CBS Evening News with Walter Cronkite would come on our television. This happened to coincide with my father getting off work and making the quick journey to our home. Dad would walk through the door each night like clockwork, just after Mr. Cronkite would begin reading the news.
Back then, which was the mid-60s, many parents plopped their kids in baby walkers, I suspect with the fine intent of helping kids get mobile without being so frustrated. My mother was no exception.
No matter where I was in our house, as soon as I heard the music and the announcer for the news, my mother says I’d come tearing through the house in the walker yelling “Con-KITE! Con-KITE!”, waiting at the door for my father.
It was my first word.
And thus the genesis of a news geek.
Personally, I associate Cronkite more with the space program and young men dying in Vietnam, but I prefer Carla’s sentimental memories over my own.