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November 18, 2005

I'd love to tell this story to Walter.

As an infant of the late sixties and early seventies, Walter Cronkite was as much a part of my existence as milk, Cookie Monster and afternoon naps.

In fact, my mom says that "Cronkite" was one of my first words.

My father came home from work just after 5:00 every work evening. As a "Daddy's girl", being scooped up into arms and showered with hugs and kisses was the highlight of every week night.

These daily reunions with my father coincided with the CBS Evening News with Walter Cronkite. The "most trusted man in America" was also the sign that my father was coming home from work.

My mother tells the story that before I learned to walk, my first words were "da-da", "ma-ma" and "Cronkite". I could be anywhere in the house and as soon as I heard the CBS Evening News theme music and Cronkite's voice, I'd come tearing through the house in my walker yelling, "Cronkite! Cronkite!".

I've tried to locate Mr. Cronkite's snail mail or email address. I'd love to be able to tell him that story.

I wonder how many other folks my age have similar tales.

Posted by Carla at November 18, 2005 08:51 AM