Look deeper. The 1948 evening news on radio followed into televion shortly after 1950; I recall it so well. And a true American antiques legend such as Walter or someone earlier but like him, not arthur Godfrey, would say Good Evening. And then we all were quiet to hear from the world beyond our street. One such evening was one where we learned that the recent Hydrogen Bomb explosion in the South Pacific had the destrutive power of one thousand Hiroshimas. The Man with the Voice said think on that. A lad of 8, I did.
He was the voice of God and information from the world would to me, and he did say in this case: and on the other side of the world, amidst darkening clouds, a touching small story. Today for the first time since the end of world War Two, an American pilot bombed the citizens of Berlin. Yes, that's right, he bombed the children, particularly, and that has officialdom in high dunder. His weapon? Chocolate rations from his and other crews. His conveyance delivery? Well where else but from his bomb bay doors. Guidance System?
Hankies. Yes, that's right, the hankies of many airmen were gathered by this one ingenious pilot, whose name I should not mention, fluttered down into the clear cold sky of Berlin this morning and somehow he had got the word out and the children of Berlin were there, excited and happy for the first time in their dear little lives. We all still hate Germany and all it stands for. But, really, can we blame these children who were only born during the war? I think not. And so agrees that pilot and his crew.
The Man with the Golden Voice seemed so Godly wise he could say such fine kind loving words I thought then, still do, I think they should not suffer any demotions as is being discussed. I feel this is what America is all about, and somehow, some times, we just get over it, with our rules. That war is over, the ration coupons are history and we will surely never again need to line for gasoline or any essential things again in our lives. That is what I think. Good night.
Sleep well. And after a nice talk from the Man with the Golden Voice, I usually did.
Right up until the Mongols of North Korea - where was that? Oh way over the sea, whew -invaded civilization to the south. After that we worried about bombs from Russia. Hide under desk. Take care. We did. And at least after the General Who Just Said He would Fade Away but didn't seem that was his choice to me as a boy he seemed very self important, he was not the president, why be rude to your president? Said the Man with the Golden Voice as he talked about Inchon and landings and we knew it would get better.
We may be all at some Inchon landing near Seoul in our lives and not even know how close we are to that beach of their dreams. Would be not fine products had not Uncle Sam and his cohorts Canada Britain Australia and the world stood tall for them. They love us, even when they grump and say go home. We could, really. Why not? Not one good reason on earth. OK after the fuzzy hair madman. And with that the Man would the Golden Voice would sign off with words like and so I say good night to you all, and sweet dreams.
Did you ever have such a Mr. Rogers personality to sooth you when you felt uncertain as a child? I always felt comfort from the Man with the Golden Voice. All would be well. I think that is a very profound power of our ehtic in God and the power of good. I think that was kind of what the Man with the Golden Voice was always hinting around at. He was so kind, so wise, so even tempered in his views. What an example for us all. no wonder America keeps righting itself.
American antiques legends like that do not spring from barren soil I thought: no Mark Twains allowed in Moscow. All off in staight jackets somewhere. Much of the world still like that, I think the few new wise kind men say. But what they say, I say, we say,we all one day will say. Not hey I am an American. But hello dear soul, how are you? Really, a thorn? Here. You are so welcome. That's how the Man with the Golden Voice would have visited the world. We should more often too. Good night, Walter, thank you for all that.
You are most welcome, not very happy except that small bit from Berlin, rather touching, soon forgotten? Good night.
Derek Dashwood enjoys noticing positive ways we progress, the combining of science into the humanities to measure politics, wise use and mis use of power and protective love at