Alan Baldridge 1933 – 2014
Published in The Sanderling May/June 2010 Vol.68 No. 1 Monterey Audubon Society
SOCIETY MEMBER PROFILES: Alan Baldridge
Twists of fate have a way of making already compelling human stories all the more remarkable.
In Churchill 's wartime England a boy of 10 and his broth er were rush ed along by their mother to catch a train bound for Darlington in northern England. They were late. The train had left the station and began to steam away while the stricken mother with luggage and sons in tow sprinted ahead, waiving her arms and calling out in desperation. They managed to catch the conductor 's eye who graciously stopped the train in time for them to catch up. The next train, the one on which they would certainly have ridden were it not for the energy and resolve of that mother and the graciousness of the conductor, was destroyed by the bombs of Hitler's Luftwaffe, killing most in the passenger cars. Thanks to a few quick steps nearly 70 years ago and a kind conductor from Northern England, many on the Monterey Peninsula have gratefully enjoyed the company and guidance of Alan Baldridge.
It was the hedgerows of Northern England that first showed Alan Baldridge the wonder and beauty of wild birds. It began with migrant Redstarts in the old meadows and farm fields of home, and lead to more spirited adventures in Scotland's craggy highlands and the glories of the French Camargue, teeming with Flamingos and Afrotropical migrants. By the time he married his wife of some 50 years, Sheila, birds were firmly ensconced as a great joy of his life. As a young man Alan was certified as a master librarian and quickly became curator and steward of a prestigious Liverpool library's rare book collection. Part of his responsibilities were to care for the most important American first editions. John Audubon's elephant folio and Lewis and Clark's accounts captured Alan's imagination. Soon thereafter, Alan and Sheila arranged to become librarians and the Multnomah Library in Portland, Oregon. They only intended to stay in the States for a 3-year stint, enough to soak up a change of scenery and satisfy Alan's American curiosity. But the grandeur of the American West 's wild lands was a siren song too sweet to flee Oregon's rugged coast, the great expanses of wetland wilderness at Malheur National Wildlife Refuge, the booming sage-grouse in the desert flats made the Baldridge's decision to stay an easy one.
In the middle sixties there was an opening at Stanford University's Hopkins Marine Station and the Baldridges jumped at the chance of moving to the Monterey Peninsula. Situated on a promontory overlooking Otter Point and Monterey Bay, it's where Alan would spend most of the next four decades teaching courses on ornithology and caring for the Station's Marine Biology Collection, aside from a sojourn of several years in Florida where Alan was charged with the biological collection of a Miami University. In the late seventies while at Hopkins Alan wrote "The Bird Year" now a famed, classic reference and celebration of the birds and coast of Central California with John Davis. During the Pacific Grove years Alan and Sheila's avian and nature travel blossomed, and their travels took them across much of the globe from Hemmingway' s East Africa to Soviet frontiers on the Bering Sea in search for Arctic seabirds. As President of Monterey Audubon and a well -connected citizen, Alan was instrumental in the push to create the Monterey Park District and a number of other regional conservation initiatives. Perhaps because of these experiences Alan is hopeful for the future of the Monterey Peninsula andcoastline 's ecosystems. He is however, decidedly less sanguine about the future of the Planet's wildlife and biological diversity, writ large.
Sitting with Alan in his home atop Forest Hill in Pacific Grove I'm struck with how consummate a naturalist and bird man, forged in the classic model, he truly is. Distinguished in appearance, worldly beyond measure, with deep reservoirs of knowledge that range from the subtleties of the Provencal mode of bullfighting to the quantum of bi-valves consumed by Black Oystercatchers during their life cycle, he is very much an Englishman and the truest of renaissance men. But there is also something decidedly American about Alan, too. He has an openness, a casual gregariousness, and quickness to laugh that belongs to his adopted country. As l finish my tea, I can't help but marvel at the fortunate kindness of an English train conductor 70 years prior.