This is Walter Cronkite. Good night.
when journalism
had poise
1916 - 2009
before scrolling headlines,
porn star hair news anchors
and sensational ramblings
of nothingness....there
was walter cronkite
i normally don't profile people
but growing up
in a journalist household,
i looked up to him.
cronkite had a
way with words
he had a backbone.
one could say
his unwavering
eloquence, integrity
and humanity
saved lives
to conclude,
a clip for you.
and for my dad...
Old anchormen, you see, don't fade away;
they just keep coming back for more.
And that's the way it is.
Walter Chronkite
CBS farewell address
Friday, March 6, 1981
7 comments:
such a great talent. First Farah Fawcett, then MJ, then Dash Snow, now Kronkite. Photographers and Journalists are far more heart breaking because of their inspiration. My boyfriend and his roommates has a death list on their whiteboard in their apartment. I put James Franco and C-Dog put Kronkite. so weird! I hope I am wrong.
ps. sorry to write such a long comment.
Thank you for your post, you share the same poise Mr. Cronkite held.
You found much better pictures of Uncle Walt. I had a 'different' take on Uncle: http://www.schmoonews.com/2009/07/22/you-hate-journalism-it%e2%80%99s-the-hiring-practice%e2%80%a6stupid/
However, he did look cool.)dpb
thanks for the post. As a young journalist in a industry obsessed with "new media" it's nice to look up to an old legend.
Oh, that voice will always echo in my undying memories of childhood, as reassuring and reliable as the tide.
Thank you for this post. I grew up in a journalist household, too. And reading your words brought a small well of tears and a chill through the body.
I just discovered your blog via Domestic Reflections and am so delighted to see that you posted about Mr. Cronkite. I am an American living in Australia, and when I saw the news that he had died, I just burst into tears. My husband, surprised by this reaction, pointed out that the man was over 90 years old. But I just felt like a part of my childhood - and America - was gone and it made me weep. No one will ever fill those shoes. The image of him choking on tears while announcing JFK's passing is forever etched on my mind, and my heart. Thank you for writing about him so beautifully.
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