{"id":5157,"date":"2013-03-27T11:35:13","date_gmt":"2013-03-27T18:35:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/daviddilworth.com\/pol\/?p=5157"},"modified":"2017-02-06T21:32:08","modified_gmt":"2017-02-07T05:32:08","slug":"david-walton-concludes-life-in-china","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/daviddilworth.com\/pol\/david-walton-concludes-life-in-china\/","title":{"rendered":"David Walton Concludes a Gracious, Giving Life in China"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"David<\/a>

David Walton, Home in China<\/strong><\/p><\/div>\n

Have you been around Monterey long enough to remember the groundbreaking Sancho Panza Bohemian coffee house or Gallatin’s elegant dining ?<\/strong><\/p>\n

The genius behind Sancho Panza, and the grace at Gallatin’s was my friend David Walton who died in China this month.<\/strong><\/p>\n

David’s nephew Todd Walton gave me permission to share his memories, so splendidly illustrated with words — it almost brings David back to life.<\/strong><\/p>\n

__________________________<\/strong><\/p>\n

Uncle David<\/strong><\/h1>\n

(c) Copyright Todd Walton 2013<\/strong><\/p>\n

My uncle David Walton died in China on March 8 at the ripe old age of eighty-seven, just a week ago as I write this, yet I have already received an email with photographs from the lovely memorial service that was held for him in Xichang where David lived and taught English for the last several years, his Xichang friends and students in attendance. And that memorial service email was just one of many I have received so far along with several phone calls from a tiny fraction of the hundreds of people who knew and loved David.<\/strong><\/p>\n

David was the youngest of three brothers, my father Charles the eldest, Robert in the middle. They grew up in Beverly Hills, their father a bookkeeper for movie stars and people who needed a bookkeeper, his most famous client Hedy Lamarr. The child movie star Jackie Cooper lived down the street and the Walton boys attended one of Jackie\u2019s birthday parties when David was very young. The brothers graduated from Beverly Hills High, where my father met my mother, and David went to MIT, as did Robert, the alma mater of their father, while my dad broke with family tradition and went to UCLA after which he attended medical school in San Francisco.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Upon graduating from MIT, David returned to Los Angeles and went to work for his father as a bookkeeper for some years, and when his father semi-retired in the early 1950\u2019s, David relocated with his parents and brother Robert, who was by then severely disabled, to Carmel and Monterey, which is when my firsthand memories of Uncle David begin.<\/strong><\/p>\n

David was a handsome man, graceful and charming. In middle and old age he resembled the actor Alec Guinness to such a remarkable degree that after the first Star Wars movie came out, people frequently approached him thinking he was Obi-Wan Kenobi. I know this to be true because I was with David on two occasions when he was waylaid by star-struck people wanting Obi-Wan\u2019s autograph.<\/strong><\/p>\n

David wore the same outfit every day of his life starting when he was in his early twenties. Unless he was backpacking in his beloved Sierras, he wore black shoes, black socks, black slacks, white dress shirt, bow tie, and black dinner jacket. In the privacy of his home he liked to wear a silk bathrobe. His bow tie was most often black, but occasionally plaid, the plaid of the Ross clan, which Uncle Bob discovered was a big part of our Scottish lineage. David told me that wearing the same clothes every day\u2014his uniform as he called it\u2014saved him time and trouble and money, made his suitcase light, and fulfilled his vision of himself as a kind of butler-at-large.<\/strong><\/p>\n

A butler? Yes. David told me that when he was eleven, circa 1937, he saw the movie My Man Godfrey, and thereafter knew who and what he wanted to be. The movie is a zany comedy starring the charismatic William Powell as a derelict who becomes a butler in the home of a wealthy and highly dysfunctional family, the female lead played by Carole Lombard. David told me that William Powell\u2019s character Godfrey, the confidante and indispensable aide to everyone in the family, became David\u2019s ideal for the kind of person he wanted to be; and to a remarkable degree David\u2019s life reflected his adherence to the role of an indispensable servant, in butler\u2019s dress no less.<\/strong><\/p>\n

In Rudyard Kipling\u2019s novel Kim, the young hero is known to his admirers as Little Friend of All the World, and that, too, describes Uncle David, for he had legions of friends around the world, many of them falling under his spell while being served by him in one or another of the famous eateries he opened in Monterey, first in the 1950\u2019s and then again in the 1980\u2019s.<\/strong><\/p>\n

The first place David opened (circa 1955) was a coffee house, the Sancho Panza, in downtown Monterey when Monterey was a still a sleepy little town and Cannery Row was boarded up and abandoned. Sancho Panza, you will recall, was the loyal servant to Don Quixote, and David was the loyal servant to the public that came to hang out in that now mythic caf\u00e9 for the decade when it was a cultural epicenter for artists and renegades and sophisticates and regular folk of Monterey and Carmel and Pacific Grove, as well as a wonderful surprise for tourists and travelers from far and wide.<\/strong><\/p>\n

The Sancho Panza, according to David, was home to the second genuine Italian espresso coffee machine on the entire west coast of North America when he first opened his doors, the first such machine being in Caff\u00e9 Trieste in North Beach, the founders of that famous coffee joint being David\u2019s friends and through whom David got his machine. Henry Miller, Joan Baez, Alan Watts, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Gary Snyder, and Bob Dylan were among the many writers and artists and musicians who frequented the Sancho Panza, the coffee drinks legendary, as were the fruit frappes David concocted to go with yummy comestibles.<\/strong><\/p>\n

David would eventually open a little bookstore upstairs over the caf\u00e9, and in the early 1960\u2019s David opened his second establishment The Palace on Cannery Row, which was one of the earliest sparks leading to the revival of that now aquarium-centric hot spot. The Palace was a beer and sandwich joint with a stage for live performers, and I regret I never got to experience The Palace in full swing. The Sancho Panza, on the other hand, was the highlight of our trips to visit my grandparents, and I would always have a peach or banana frappe and a cookie while hanging on Uncle David\u2019s every word.<\/strong><\/p>\n

And while he was running the Sancho Panza and The Palace and performing in local theatre productions, David continued to be his brother Bob\u2019s main caretaker, Bob having been paralyzed on the entire right side of his body as the result of a terrible car accident when he was in his mid-twenties. David was also a daily visitor to his parents\u2019 house just up the hill from his caf\u00e9, his mother and father staunch Republicans and proud members of the John Birch Society, while the lefties and lesbians and Buddhists and artists gathered at the Sancho Panza to drink cappuccinos and revel in the Bohemian joint that David built.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Then in 1966, much to the shock and dismay of his many friends and followers, David announced he was selling both the Sancho Panza and The Palace and going to Vietnam to open USO clubs for the troops. David\u2019s father, my grandfather, had recently died, and David had settled his mother into a nice apartment he shared with her on the beach in Monterey, and he arranged for people to do for Bob what he had been doing for Bob, and off he went to Vietnam.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cWhen I got off the jet in Saigon<\/em>,\u201d David told me, \u201cand I was being driven to the site of the first club I opened, I felt deep in my bones I\u2019m home. I\u2019m finally home<\/em>.\u201d He came to realize that this feeling of being home was not so much about Vietnam as it was about Asia, for after a few years in Vietnam, David moved to Thailand and lived in and around Bangkok for many years. He came back to America fairly often to check on Bob and visit his many friends, but he was committed to living in Thailand where he was planning to build a retirement community and open a restaurant on an island owned by wealthy Thai friends.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I am, believe me, skating over the surface of David\u2019s life, much of it unknown to me. When in 1978, I published my first novel Inside Moves, I let David know that Doubleday was throwing a publication party for me in Manhattan, and David sent me a roster of a dozen of his New York City friends he wanted me to invite. I did invite them and they all came out of loyalty to David, among them corporate executives, college professors, and penniless poets. One of the wealthy executives bought a dozen copies of my book and said as I signed them, \u201cIt is a great honor to meet the nephew of David Walton<\/em>.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cHow do you know David?<\/em>\u201d I asked him.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cWe go way back<\/em>,\u201d he said, winking mysteriously. \u201cHe\u2019s a great man. One of the greatest<\/em>.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

Then in 1984, just as David was about to open a Thai-American restaurant in Thailand, a friend called and offered him a restaurant location across the street from the brand new Monterey Bay Aquarium, and as David told me, \u201cI couldn\u2019t pass up the chance, so I brought my crew from Thailand and we opened the Beau Thai<\/em>.\u201d And that restaurant, known as David Walton\u2019s Beau Thai, was soon famous and adored by locals as well as tourists, and David settled back into life in Monterey in his little beachside apartment, which he shared with two and sometimes three folks from Thailand.<\/strong><\/p>\n

No matter the season, David would take a daily plunge in frigid Monterey Bay before donning his uniform and heading off to the Beau Thai. Sadly, at the zenith of the Beau Thai\u2019s popularity, tax trouble forced David to close the place, after which he returned to Thailand where he became entranced with the idea of moving to China, which he eventually did. David\u2019s first home in China was an apartment in the enormous city of Chengdu where he lived for some years before moving to Xichang in the foothills of the Himalayas where he swam in Lake Qionghai, taught English to eager students (though he spoke no Chinese) and lived quite happily until he died. His sole income was from a pittance, less than eight hundred dollars a month, from Social Security, \u201cWhich is more than enough<\/em>,\u201d David told me, \u201cto live quite well in Xichang<\/em>.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cI will cross over on my ninetieth birthday<\/em>,\u201d he said to me on several occasions, and though he died three years shy of ninety, knowing David as I do, I would not be surprised if he waits to cross over entirely until another three years have gone by, which would be fine with me because he was a wonderful spirit, a vibrant fun-loving soul who always encouraged me on my less traveled path, which was a great boon to me.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I have barely scratched the surface of David\u2019s life in this telling, and I have at least a hundred good stories to tell about David, but that is nothing to the thousands, nay, tens of thousands of stories his many friends could tell about him, which supports my lifelong suspicion that there must have been more than one of this astounding fellow.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Here is one very telling story about David. When he was a young man, he drove up from Monterey in his famous yellow convertible Volkswagen bug to visit relatives in Oakland, and stopped at a florist\u2019s shop to get flowers to bring to his cousins. He entered the shop to find the owners, a middle-aged couple, in crisis because their delivery person had suddenly walked off the job. Without a moment\u2019s hesitation, David said, \u201cI will be happy to deliver flowers for you<\/em>,\u201d which he did for the rest of that day and the next. He became fast friends with the couple, visited them many times over the ensuing years, they came to the Sancho Panza when in Monterey, and when the woman\u2019s husband died, David helped the woman move to a commodious trailer on a lot in Vallejo, a lot and trailer, along with all the woman\u2019s earthly possessions, that David inherited when she died.<\/strong><\/p>\n

David told me that story when I visited him in a tree house he\u2019d built in a gigantic old pine tree in Pacific Grove on the property of a good friend. The tree house was full of books and things he\u2019d inherited from his parents and various folks who loved him along his way.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cTake anything you want<\/em>,\u201d he said to me. \u201cI\u2019m not attached to any of it. But do let me have a look at what you take before you go and I\u2019ll tell you the story behind it<\/em>.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

______________________<\/p>\n

Perfectly done. Magnificent.<\/p>\n

As you can tell, David was a marvelous fellow and Todd is a fabulous writer.<\/p>\n

I love the story about Star Wars fans<\/a> thinking David was Obi-Wan Kenobi<\/a>.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Upon reflection, I’m not sure they were wrong.<\/p>\n

Todd is right. There are so many more stories. He quietly and deeply befriended so many wonderful people. For one, David was a friend of the celebrated designer\u00a0“Bucky” (Buckminster) Fuller<\/a>, as he called him. Once brought him to Monterey to give an inspiring talk. They’d apparently met at MIT<\/strong>.<\/p>\n

And I delight in the films “My Man Godfrey<\/a>” but never realized\u00a0David aspired to that model.\u00a0In hindsight – that is a marvelous fit.<\/p>\n

To read more of Todd’s work,\u00a0his website is UnderTheTableBooks.com<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n

One story I can tell is the day the Berlin Wall came down.<\/strong> Watching CNN I called David to tell him the historic breaking news of the end of the Cold War<\/a>. His immediate response was –<\/p>\n

“Well, they’ll have to\u00a0come up with a more permanent threat<\/span>.<\/strong>“<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

He explained that the\u00a0Military-Industrial rulers need a permanent threat to foment fear in\u00a0Americans – or they could not extort tens of billions of dollars from Congress for expensive, unneeded and worthless military toys to fight trumped up (never -declared) wars.<\/p>\n

I had long ago learned never to take lightly David’s immense experience in politics and insightful wisdom in the greed of man. I knew he was offering a surgical insight, but I didn’t fully get it that day, or for a few years. Eventually it became obvious when our so-called “leaders” began to alarm us with the threat of Terrorists,<\/strong>\u00a0that they themselves had created.<\/p>\n

So, David was proven right – as usual. In fact, that is one of the most powerful lessons I’ve ever learned. Much more valuable than the few ideas I learned in schools.<\/p>\n

(Here’s another wonderful, beautifully written article article about David “A Great Man<\/a>”\u00a0by Haven Livingston of Santa Cruz.)<\/strong><\/p>\n

I will always treasure Haven’s quote from\u00a0Maya Angelou<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

Haven wrote:<\/em>\u00a0“David made me feel calm and respected. He brought magic back into the world.”<\/strong><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Thank you Haven for giving us a peek at a bit of your own magic with another powerful lesson.<\/p>\n

After further reflection, thanks to reading Todd’s memorial I never realized how much David and my own father’s character matched.<\/strong><\/p>\n

They both graciously did breathtakingly good things for our world and rarely even mentioned them.<\/strong><\/p>\n

David and my father might share the emblem —<\/strong><\/p>\n

“Better to do good things quietly,<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

and have them found out by accident.”<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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