In retrospect, I must have been 7 or 8 years old and Fran about 10, when my Mom would bundle us up and we'd be off with my Dad for the 30 minute train ride from our home in Mount Vernon to New York City and the wonderful parade. The Macy's parade, some 80 year's ago when we went, it's now in it's 92nd year, was a miniature of what it is today, and there was no television to watch it on, but we were awestruck at the giant balloons that they had even then.
Wow, that was a long time ago, but watching today's parade brought back really lovely memories of a very happy childhood. In retrospect, we were barely middle class, wealth-wise, in those days, but that really didn't matter. Not if you had a father who was willing to deal with two very excited little girls, on a very special day. Thanks, Macy's, for great memories.
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| My sister Fran and me, with our Dad. |
