|Walter Cronkite after retirement.|
|My father and mother, 50th Anniversary|
|Walter Cronkite as a young reporter.|
|My father on his wedding day, during the Depression. He was so poor he had to borrow this suit for the occasion, like Wilson in The Great Gatsby.|
My family didn't have a plug nickle most of their lives, but boy did they have faces.
My father (1913-1992) looked like Walter Cronkite, both as a young man and an old man. As a labor relations expert, he was often in airports catching a plane until he retired at 70. When he was in his sixties, a man approached him in the airport and asked him if he was Walter Cronkite.
This confirmed my lifelong hunch that my father resembled the guy I took the news from on television every night, a hunch I never expressed outside of my family until that occasion.
My maternal Grandmother (1891-1981) bore a striking resemblance to Congresswoman Clare Booth Luce and Lady Clementine Churchill.
|My Grandmother in her Rebekah gown. She worked as a receptionist for a dozen doctors in the Professional Building (site of the current Shubert Theater) until she was 70. She never owned or drove a car. She lived a block from Yale in a third floor walk-up with no hot water.|
And my mother (1911-1985) looked like Katherine Hepburn , both young and old.
|My mother was so poor when this photo was taken (circa 1930) that she had no suitable dress to wear and had to settle for the photographer's drape over her shoulders.|
I look like nobody in particular.
|In Connecticut Governor's Footguard uniform I inherited 50 years ago and now don every Halloween.|