Collage - Journal 1932...

Collage - Journal 1932...

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Not To be Forgotten - Richard Halliburton (1900 - 1939) - American - Traveller, Adventurer and Author...

A Traveller not forgotten.

Looking for a few books... by Halliburton - packed up somewhere... not unpacked yet... will i ever? 

There were travellers, adventurers and authors like Hemingway, "Paddy" Fermor, Thesieger, v. Blixen, Hunter, and Freuchen.

We shall not forget Richard Halliburton with his spirit and passion for travel, 
fearless and determined to live a life of adventure.  Born in 1900 in Brownsville, Tennessee. Lost at sea when he sailed a Chinese junk across the Pacific Ocean in 1939. Decided in his early youth to live a Travellers life.  He knew Journalist Lowell Thomas as we all know he made T.E. Lawrence world famous.

He swam the lenght of the Panama Canal.  He flew around the world in 1930 in an open cockpit biplane.  His travels took him around world...and of course there is more... 

Reading I recommend by Richard Halliburton:
The Royal Road to Romance (1925)
The Glorious Adventure (1927)
New Worlds to Conquer (1929)
The Flying Carpet (1932)
Seven League Boots (1935)

The Vagabond life is the logical life to lead if one seeks the intimate knowledge of the world we were seeking.
 Richard Halliburton - The Royal Road to Romance (1925)

Youth — nothing else worth having in the world...and I had youth, the transitory, the fugitive, now, completely and abundantly. Yet what was I going to do with it? Certainly not squander its gold on the commonplace quest for riches and respectability, and then secretly lament the price that had to be paid for these futile ideals. Let those who wish have their respectability — I wanted freedom, freedom to indulge in whatever caprice struck my fancy, freedom to search in the farthermost corners of the earth for the beautiful, the joyous and the romantic.
Richard Halliburton - The Royal Road to Romance (1925)

Letter to his father dated December 5, 1919;
When my time comes to die, I'll be able to die happy, for I will have done and seen and heard and experienced all the joy, pain and thrills — any emotion that any human ever had — and I'll be especially happy if I am spared a stupid, common death in bed.

Those who live in the even tenor of their way simply exist until death ends their monotonous tranquility. No, there's going to be no even tenor with me. The more uneven it is the happier I shall be.

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