“I’m from a world that doesn’t
exist anymore!”– Robert Barth
Discovering a World Lost
It was a Saturday morning on a coolish winter’s day when I
was driving to meet Robert Barth for the first time. As I turned down the correct street, I kept
my eyes on the road while allowing my eyes to dart to the right just enough to
be able to keep track of the decreasing house numbers. Soon I saw 209 posted on a small bungalow and
pulled over to park.
As soon as I left my idle car I began to walk up to the
front door where I was greeted by Hal, his mother and Robert, her
son-in-law. We exchanged greetings and
then I began to tour the property with Robert. I was there for the tour of a home and I got
that, but I also got a tour of something I wasn’t expecting, a journey to a
world lost.
Robert and I sat down in the dining area where I asked him
to tell me where he was from. That was
the beginning of a journey I’ll never forget.
He told me he was from Tiburon, California in Marin County, just across
the bay from San Francisco. He said,
“I’m from a world that doesn’t exist anymore!”
“When I was a boy, in the early fifties, there was a
railroad track that came through our town to connect with San Francisco Bay. You know how it was? We would take pennies and lay them on the
tracks, so when the trains would come past they would flatten the pennies.”
He spoke of rail cars filled with huge, ancient Redwood
Trees and how they would roll through town and be placed on a big railroad
barge so they could cross the bay to be milled in Oakland. Then he told me how he and his friends would
take boats and row them across Belvedere Cove, around the point and cross the
bay to Sausalito where they would spend the day exploring.
“Sometimes we would be able to go to Mill Valley and watch
movies for the entire day for a mere twenty-five cents!” He said.
I sat listening to his tales for most of an hour and then
asked him one small question, “When are you going to write your story of a
world lost?”
He looked at me with surprise and said, “I didn’t think
anyone would be interested!”
“I would be interested!”
I replied. “There are thousands
of people who would love to be able to discover a world lost, a world that
doesn’t exist any more. Places and
things they could never discover today, a place only you can introduce them
to!”
Robert had given me a brief introduction and I yearned for
more, but our time together had come to an end.
I needed to attend to other business.
We stood and shook hands. “I’m
looking forward to reading your book!” I
said.
His eyes brightened as he responded, “I’m going to get
started!”
I started my drive away, thinking of all the millions of
worlds lost that are yet to be discovered.
I wondered if you would be the next one to allow me, and others like me,
the pleasure of a journey into the world only you know intimately.
Everyone has a significant and revealing story to tell. Let others discover what only you can reveal
and teach. Write your story so the world
you knew won’t be a world lost.