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NYC World's Fair in 1964 Since I turned 60 a year ago, I've been hoping to visit some kind of fair. I figured that would be the ultimate way to celebrate one of my best 6-year-old memories.
Spheres to Dinosaurs I found old scrapbook photos. Even though they were blurry, they brought back giddy memories and made me crave a little fair time. But even if I'd found a fair enjoy, there would be no Unisphere or dinosaurs... no General Motors Futurama or Pieta.
However, I knew there had been a big carousel at the World's Fair. If I couldn't make a trip to a fair for my final celebration, maybe a fancy carousel ride would do the trick! The Houston Zoo Carousel!  When I realized our Houston zoo had a carousel, I decided that could be my fair celebration! Cheating  I will admit, my carousel adventure was on my birthday yesterday. But in order to complete my goal of 60 (6-year-old) celebrations while I was 60... I decided I wouldn't officially turn 61 until noon! I may have been acting like a 6-year-old for the morning, but I'm afraid I still had to pay the adult ticket price. Early at the Zoo
Don and I headed for the zoo in the misty, chilly morning. We beat the crowds and had the carousel to ourselves. Staff members Steven and Jill were playful and patient with us, taking photos and putting up with my giddy chatter. How to Decide?
How does one possibly make a choice when there are 64 completely different beasts? I could ride a caterpillar or an armadillo, a koala or manatee! I headed for the giraffe, but was reminded by Jill, that the giraffe does not go up and down. Steven told us the cheetah was popular, because it goes so fast. That made me laugh, so I went for it. Round and Round Before we got on, I promised Steven and Jill that I would not do tricks. I told them how I stood up on my carousel horse at age 4, hoping to impress my watching mother... and got reprimanded by the carousel attendant.  Don and I enjoyed having the whole merry-go-round to ourselves. We waved to Steven and Jill, as if they were adoring parents. Well, not really. But we waved for the camera. Goal Complete!
I turned 61 at noon. All done. It was fun removing that zero from my 60-year-old age, for a year. I liked being 6, but I guess I'm ready to grow up. Being 6 is exhausting.
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Staten Island Zoo in 1963
Gators?
No Gators at the Zoo  Well, we evidently have no alligators in the Houston Zoo right now! Maybe that's because they aren't interesting enough? I've seen them in my own neighborhood, after all. So I posed with the sign that tells me alligators are coming next year, to a new Wetlands Exhibit. Being 6
I did misbehave for a brief moment, for old time's sake. Then I had a chance to get up close and personal with a gator in a giant photo. I suffered no injuries on my zoo adventure!
Dutch Dance in First Grade
Dancing with 6-Year-Olds  So my 6-year-old dance celebration was really unplanned. I thought I was signing up for an adult experience with classical Indian dance. Oops. It was me and about 20 little girls... average age of 6. Showing Off Like a 6 -Year-Old
Then I went home and made Don watch what I'd learned. "Look Don, Look!"
He is so patient with me. Decorating my Bike Back when I was 6 I used to have streamers on my little, blue Schwinn.
My childhood friend Diane, sent me these fine streamers over a year ago and I've been pretty slow putting them on my bike. I see on the package, the streamers are suitable for motorcycles. That's good to know. My Bike Buddies I don't have a photo of myself, when I rode my first bike on the bumpy sidewalks of Grinnell. But I do have photos of my favorite bike buddies a little later.
If I could have had my way this morning, I would have gotten on my bike with Diane, (first photo) and Debbie and Joanna and Annette and pedaled to the Little Store, at the end of Summer Street. To the Grocery Store  It was misty at 8 am and I didn't try to find a friend to ride with. I skipped my helmet and rode on the sidewalk, like I would have done at age 6. I parked my bike outside of Randalls Grocery Store, without locking. I searched the candy rack for my favorite Payday candy bar and handed the cashier a dollar. Oops! I had no idea candy bars cost almost 2 dollars these days. Yum So I rode my bike on the walking path by the creek. My streamers fluttered and I grinned into the wind, as I zoomed downhill. Going up the hill, I stood up on my pedals, pretending I was on my old Schwinn with no gears to switch.
My 6-year-old-self felt giddy and brave and hungry for a bite of my pre-breakfast Payday. My 60-year-old-self had just one bite before heading home for coffee. I hoped I would land in the grass if I crashed... since wore no helmet.
Central Park 1964  In my autobiography, (written at age 11) I described this very day in Central Park with my family. We attempted to sail a toy boat, but watched it capsize in the center of the pond. Mom snapped a couple blurry photos of that event, but didn't take picture of the sweet boy who rescued our sailboat. Here are just a few sentences from "the book" I wrote in 1969 "We watched nervously... and finally a small Negro boy appeared. "Need some help?" he asked. The little boy tore off his shirt and shoes and jumped in. He brought the boat back safely." Another Park, Another Boat Launch
Boats and Turtles  My 2-dollar package of boats, turned out to be money well spent. I gently put all 4 in the pond and then found myself mesmerized by the simple entertainment. With little wind, the tiny boats drifted in different directions. And then the turtles became interested! I just watched and grinned and waited. Kayaks  Suddenly I spotted kayaks across the pond. I wondered if the small boats and big boats would meet up. Then I worried that the plastic boats would sink and become trash. Later  But I went back and enjoyed the picnic, with a good view of the launching site. As the park became busier, I got to spend a good hour observing adults and children making boat discoveries! A few adults with a selfie-stick, posed with the boats. Then some children had fun retrieving and launching the boats. After we packed up our picnic, I spotted the boats resting on a rock... waiting.
I wonder where the boats are now? What a happy time! Neighborhood Park in Staten Island  This was taken the summer after first grade, before we moved back to Iowa. In the photo, I had just finished romping in the sprinkler with Anita and "Little Elizabeth". I loved the crazy park sprinkler. It was so much more fun, than playing in the yard hose back in Grinnell. Missed Chance
Don and I saw this colorful fountain in Cozumel, Mexico last spring. I had just turned 60 and I thought about having a quick run through the shooting waters. It seemed like the perfect 6-year-old celebration! But I acted like a boring adult and just watched and smiled.
So this morning after my run, I watered a few plants in the backyard. Then I looked at the nozzle and set it on soft sprinkle. I had all of about 2 minutes of silliness... and that included putting my camera on the table and setting the self-timer.
Okay maybe this wasn't the biggest of my celebrations, but I got nice and wet. A Fan for 50 Years
I was sent to bed at my usual time that Sunday night, but Mom and Dad woke me up as promised. I sat in my pajamas and watched with my parents and older siblings. I had my first crush, on Paul. Before the Beatles
But before seeing the Beatles on the show, I fell in love with Topo Gigio, the adorable Italian puppet. Topo, debuted on the show about the time I turned 6. We lived in Iowa then, so the show came on earlier. Dog acts, jugglers and even Jerry Lewis couldn't compete with this adorable little guy, when he asked "Eddie" to tuck him into bed. "Eddie, keesss me good-night?" I loved him. My Own Topo
I was surprised to see how skilled the puppetry was with the little puppet!
No New York Times?
Old Favorites  My old favorites were there, but I couldn't conjure up the fun... I wanted that New York Times and I actually wanted something better than comics. Al Hirschfeld's Caricatures, in the Times  Oh how I used to love searching through the New York Times to find Hirschfeld's, black and white drawings of Broadway stars! Not because I was a 6-year-old in love with the theatre...  I was mostly delighted by the knowledge that Hirschfeld hid the name of his daughter, Nina in his line drawings! Oh how fun to search every striped pair of pants or pleated skirt in search off the 4 letters!  So for a little 6-year-old fun today, I pulled up the photos I took of my dad's framed Hirschfeld drawings. Sadly, the photo quality is bad and it was hard to zoom in. I tried to find the artist's signature which would usually include a number, indicating how many times he'd hidden his daughter's name. I'm afraid these 3 prints don't have hidden Ninas. Instead I had fun acting my real age and appreciating the messages written to my dad, by some very special people.
My Second Easter! Last year Easter landed after my 60th birthday. We were in Mexico and I had no jellybeans. But Easter came earlier this year so I'm having my second chance for jellybeans on Easter... when I'm 60! Two Easters for my 60-year-old self!  With no kids visiting this year, Don and I were the kids. We took a picnic to the park at 8 am. I made sure to bring a bunny and some jellybeans. I ate jellybeans at breakfast in honor of my 6-year-old self! It was very yummy.
Dressing Up in my Youth  I know I'm wearing a veil, (bottom left) but I remember feeling a little underdressed for my First Communion. All the girls had poofy sleeves and lace and petticoats. My cotton number had ric rac trim. Birthday Snazz  At my friend Debbie's birthday party, I tried to distract from my Plain Jane look, by covering my eyes with hair and showing the world my 4 missing teeth. Actually I have no idea why I looked like that in that photo. The other kids look mighty swell, though.
Heidi's Wedding
So when my daughter's wedding approached, I decided to pick a dress that would fit my 60-year-old-age, while satisfying my 6-year-old self. I didn't have ruffles, but I had a sash and a skirt that swirled... when I danced like a 6-year-old!
Thanks Jamie and Heidi for letting "Mom" be a kid for a moment, at your wonderful wedding! What a fun time! |
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