Saturday, July 18, 2009
That's The Way It Is
Friends,
I know that there will be countless tributes from my colleagues in public broadcasting about Walter Cronkite and his influence on the entire industry. I grew up with his broadcasts, from the Kennedy assassination to the King assassination to the Kennedy assassination to the Vietnam revelation to the moon walk.
But I have a hazy memory as a six year old in 1962. Our family was in Topeka and my father was on a bomber crew on alert status for the Cuban missile crisis (B-47s). I remember waking up and walking into the kitchen. My mother was chain-smoking cigarettes and my father was in his flight suit. My memory might be hazy, through the fog of years and Mom's smoke, but I remember Cronkite on our black and white TV, the edginess of his voice and the nervous body language of my parents. I had never experienced parental fear, and this was palpable.
From then on, Cronkite was the absolute voice of authority.
Bob
photo: Bernard Stein's retirement in 1967, Spokane, Washington.
L-R: Rick Stein (14), Iris Stein (45), Bernard Stein (46), Bob Stein (11)
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Europe's Missing People
Friends,
Having returned from two weeks in
What really stands out for me is how the Germans have done a better job than anyone at facing up to the Holocaust of World War II, and both the Jewish Museum (Jüdisches Museum Berlin)
are stark and stunning reminders of the emptiness in much of
The moral responsibility belongs, rightfully, to
Talk to you soon!
Bob
Thursday, June 11, 2009
A Trip for Iris
She has always been a sweet lady, enjoyed by all who meet her. She's feisty and tenacious--and my brother Rick and I have always called her the "Indomitable Battle-Axe." At 87, she's wittier than ever and is a voracious reader. She's my mom, Iris, and today is her birthday.
Last year, Rick asked her if there was one more place abroad where she would like to travel--perhaps as a family trip, and she said that she always wanted to visit her ancestral home country, Hungary. While she is second-generation American on that side of the family, she had always heard stories about life in the old country--in this case, Miskolc, about two hours east of Budapest. There's not much left there of the Jewish population--local pogroms and the Holocaust ravaged what had once been a vibrant and culturally rich community.
This Saturday, I and my two children (in their late teens), wife, brother and sister-in-law will be Iris's entourage, as we visit Hungary--Miskolc, Eger, and Budapest, which is often called "Paris of the East."
I have always wanted to visit Budapest, but now I have a very special reason to go. We will see Hungary through her eyes, listen to her recount the few stories she heard growing up--one of which involves a cousin serving as the concubine to an Austro-Hungarian ruler--all the while saddened that my father, who passed away five years ago, can only be there with us in spirit and memory.
I know that this trip will leave us all with memories we will cherish for the rest of our lives and that Iris's stories and extraordinary humor and grace will continue on to my children and their children, passing forward an enduring legacy.
Happy Birthday Iris! This trip will be great, but being with you has always been a trip!
Bob
p.s. I will be trying to post a blog while traveling, but I plan to post to Twitter as well: majorgiving
Photo Credit: Daria Stein