Our weekend promises to be a stunner….almost 60 degrees according to our local weather guy, Topper. If you are trying to figure out what’s happening weatherwise in DC, the national weather news is not very accurate. So we’ve listened to Topper forever.
Isn’t it funny how your local weather guy is one of the few people on TV you trust. Besides, he’s known locally as are other CBS reporters. My dog veternarian knew Topper when he worked in Knoxville TN where she attended UT. She says he hasn’t changed. Still has the same boyish charm.
A few years ago, when she took her four girls to have their Flu shots, Connie was interviewed by one of the local reporters, Peggy Fox. What fun to see all the girls on TV.
But that wasn’t Connie’s first TV appearance. Back in the early 1970s, our Girl Scout troop participated in a city-wide “bike-in” from Mount Vernon (near where we lived). The bike trail runs parallel to the Potomac, past National Airport and across Memorial bridge to the Mall. CBS news crews were filming, and we appered on the evening news biking into the city.
This week, after a conversation with neighbor Mary who has lived in the same house here in Arlington all her life (except for eight years in Hawaii in the 1970s), I got to thinking about the many trips I had made to downtown DC over the past 55 years, beginning with the day we moved to the area…the day JFK was inaugurated.
January 20, 1961, we were trying to reach Silver Spring MD from the Virginia side, to visit my husband’s aunt and cousins. We had driven up Route 1, which in those pre-beltway and Interstate days meant driving through DC. Suddenly we found our car entirely surrounded by donkeys. Donkeys, donkeys everywhere from the Inauguration Parade. But what struck me were the chickens in backyards next to the Capitol building.
One of my professors at Georgetown told us that before the big government expansion in the 1960s, the city was a small Southern town. Even WWII hadn’t altered the city much. Today, the temporary war department buildings are mostly gone. Much of the rest of the city (outside NW) was wooden housing from the nineteenth century and burned during the riots in the late 1960s or was torn down in recent years.
The locals call it “Potomac Fever.” As long as I can remember, I’ve been interested in politics and Washington DC. In the early 1950s, when Mom made a trip from NC to the UN for a Girl Scout convention in New York City, she traveled by rail via DC. Knowing of my infatuation with Washington she bought a charm bracelet in Union Station. The charms on the bracelet included all the monuments, the Capitol building and White House.
One year, I met a girl from Washington DC at Girl Scout camp who became a pen pal for many years. I thought she was grand. However, like the charm bracelet, her letters disappeared on one of those many moves I made as a military wife.