I'M WALKIN'

Strolling beside the ocean beneath San Francisco’s famous Cliff House in late 1800 or early 1900.  The fanciful place burned down in 1909 after surviving the devastating 1906 earthquake.  What a shame.

Taking a step with my Dad about a month before my first birthday.  And from then on I walked all over the place.  I used to love to walk anywhere, anytime.  Walking, hiking – I loved it all.  Unfortunately, age caught up to me with its physical limitations.  My walking now is pretty much limited to traipsing around stores leaning on shopping carts, but at least it’s something!  J

My Mom reading a magazine while walking down a street in San Francisco in 1938 on her way to work.  My Dad took the picture as a means to ‘meet’ her.  They worked for the same company.  She was a clerk and he was a mail ‘boy’ who delivered mail to her desk every day.  With her eyes on her magazine, she didn’t see him take the picture.  He had it developed and one day, while delivering mail to her, showed her the picture and they were married a year and some later.

Thinking of weddings, how about a walk up the aisle after the minister has pronounced you “Man and Wife”.

Or you could be walking along a dusty trail at Lake Tahoe with your little sister and pig-tailed cousin in 1947 with a younger brother up ahead. (and our old '42 maroon Pontiac parked off to the side.)

Or you might saunter down a mountain road in 1954 with your youngest sister and mother beside you to your right, and your middle-younger sister (the little one from the previous picture) following.  And that’s my brother up ahead again.  I guess he liked to be in front.  Funny, I never noticed that about him back then.

This appears to be a picture from the walk pictured above.  Mom couldn’t walk with sand or dirt or anything in her shoes.  Actually, I don’t suppose any of us likes to walk with stuff in our shoes.  Anyway, this was a familiar pose of Mom stopping to empty her shoes out every so often on a hike or walk.

A few years later my brother was ambling past the wonderful old Meeks Bay lodge on his way to the beach at Lake Tahoe round about 1961.

My eldest daughter (right) in 1994, aided by friends, walking her tent from one campsite to another without having to take it down at Sugar Pine Point, Lake Tahoe.  They sang “The aunts go marching one by one . . .”  the whole way and even got a few rounds of applause as they passed other campsites.  Fun.

Ten years later, learning to walk all over again after a boating accident, and going on, a few years after that, (below) to participate in various charity run/walks with her Dad! J

A major success story!

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La Nightingail

Fats Domino – “I’m Walking” 1957

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