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By William Hedgepeth:
echoes of wild raggedy sun-crazed children
Wherever it was, it’s not there anymore. . . .Then again, maybe it is.
Rising up out of the water were three enormous white towers. I’m sure of that. Three. They looked like very tall rectangular scaffolds made of wood with ladders leading up to platforms near their tops from which people jumped off. One of them had a diving board, but the other two were more in demand among the more daring and were unlike anything anywhere else in the city and were the reason so many people like us came from so far to swim here.
in the day
Every odyssey has to begin someplace, and in this case it was Washington D.C. on June 16, 1967 at a special hearing of the U.S. Senate Subcommittee on Manpower, Employment and Poverty, the most prominent members of which were its chairman, Sen. Joseph S. Clark, and Sen. Robert F. Kennedy.
I ‘d read a New York Times news story that this committee would be hearing from a team of doctors who had traveled though parts of Appalachia, Georgia, Alabama and, most notably, Mississippi, and returned to report on conditions in the South amounting to actual starvation.
See, I hadn’t been thinking about Richard Nixon at all, as I usually don’t.
I had been scouring through literally thousands of old photos searching for several great shots I’d taken of my pet black hen sitting in the grass next to a Golden Retriever resting beside a young deer– all gathered in the shade of my trailer-office parked in Parkfield, Calif., (right smack astride the San Andreas fault)—so I could send them off to a fellow Animalarian in East Hampton, N.Y.
I’d been looking and not finding to the point of becoming obsessed enough to go through a file drawer packed with old notebooks and hundreds of contact sheets. Maybe the Parkfield shots fell in there somehow.
Naturally I paused to peruse this and that until I came upon the brown job envelope marked Julie and David Marriage. Hey, I remember that. Julie Nixon and David Eisenhower. Working with Stanley Tretick. Chatting with Richard Nixon and taking pictures of him with the kids…
Here is an interesting website to open and examine. But hold off a bit until I tell you something about the person whose website it is and how much you owe her.
I know you’ve heard me speak in a general way about this accident,