Past Visits

I first visited New York City in 1954, when I was seven years old. My family had sailed from our home in Newfoundland to Manhattan on the USS Kelly, one of the many moves we made when I was young. My dad had left his civilian position with the Air Force on Ernest Harmon Air Force Base in Newfoundland. We were headed toward Chicago by train and we had some time before our departure. We walked around the city. It was dark outside. We had a meal in a diner. I remember being carried by my father into a bar. Inside, on a little corner shelf above the bar, was something my dad wanted me to see - a television! I remember looking at the small screen with a moving black and white image and being very impressed. I had never seen one before.

The next time I visited New York was many years later, in 1987. Emily and I took the train to New York to visit The Cooper Union when we were looking at places she might go to Collage. We stayed with my cousin, who lived in Brooklyn, and took the subway into the city.

My last trip to Manhattan was two years later. That time Emily and I were shopping for fabric in the Garment District. My costume-designer sister had promised to make Emily a smashing dress to wear to a formal at West Point where Em's then boyfriend, Joe, was a Cadet. We found a bolt of beautiful purple organza, and after that, had a fabulous lunch at a lower east side Kosher Restaurant, Ratner's. I would go back to that deli on this trip, it was so very good, but it closed in 2002. RATS!

Here is a photograph taken of Emily and Joe at the West Point formal, and a better picture of the lovely dress which Em wore to a Mardi Gras party we went to several years later. I was an Indian and Don was a cowboy.

 

 

I  have some good memories of New York City. Now it is time to make a few more.