Mickey, what fun! Thanks for your wonderful reminiscences. I’ve been to New York, many years ago, the Statue and other places; the second time it was February, and rathah chilly. with a church group. The first time my siblings and I were way up, but not the real top, of the Liberty lady. I love New York, especially the neighborhood stories from years ago. I don’t know how I could manage now, as recovering introvert, the crowded places, but I suppose folks find their hideouts. ;-). As I read your chat, I could almost hear Barbra Streisand in the background, singing in her movies, Funny Lady and The Way We Were. Have to look those up again, could use some alternative life images right now.
Thanks, Sharon! I low sharing stories and I very much appreciate hearing how non-New Yorkers view my hometown. It's really changed but yes, there are ways to navigate the crowds. Although, truth be told, I often ponder a re-location.
Grandpas? My one grandpa was "saved" by Billy Sunday and my famous quote from childhood was sitting at the breakfast table in my grandparents' kitchen and asking my mother, "Why's Grandpa talking to his plate?"
My other grandpa was a cowboy / cook / musician who sent a photo of himself home from the CCC camp and advised putting it on the cellar steps to scare away rats and mice. My mother remembered him dressing up in a toga before leaving for the Knights of Pythias get-togethers. This I cannot picture!
C'mon, commenters, let's hear some more grandpa stories, preferably not of the kind that make one squirm!
Susan, that is very funny. Talking to his plate, hilarious, indeed! Wonderful the way kids view the world of grownups, and not so grown up..
Lord, please, please help us save their innocence from the wicked ones Wash out their little brains before it’s too late.
And when I was very young on the way to a Washington city, sitting in the back of the car, I was said to have asked, “When are we going to see Attle, mommy?” LOL.
My sisters tried to convince me that the New Cumberland River in Ohio was actually the Cucumber River, I think I was skeptical. I love the way kids hear things; I will never think of Attle the same way again!
Many thanks, Mickey ! and I would love to hear some tales about the Highline, it sounds like just my place for escape and imaginings I wish more towns and cities would do more with their outdated, or otherwise impossibles, besides tear down for a huge grey square retail~~or ten story attorney office LOL Or deliver me, another corporate bank….So much ugliness, inside and outside. ;-). I may have mentioned towns on the coast, that paint former businesses and old himes, in four colors, offer snacks and drinks now in a car dealership. Why can’t people do that?! Fuddy duddies, all
Out here in the west(NM) we called them cream sodas. I never cared for them but did like a hand- made malted milkshake. Real ice cream and malted powder. By a real Soda Jerk, no less. Oh, and a triple scoop of ice cream on Saturdays was $0.15 cents! As has been sung; 'thanks for the memories', Mickey. Peace
My first and only time in NYC was in 2016. My brother now lives in Mt. Sinai and he drove us into “town” one day. We parked near the World Trade Center memorials and walked down to look at Liberty across the bay. I got my hot dog from a stand and I was happy. Even though it was around the 4th of July, the day was glorious, with low humidity and beautiful sunshine. Traffic was awful, too many people for my liking these days. I did dream of living there when I was in my 20s (90’s lol), but now I love the small town life. If I make it back, I will have to find somewhere that sells egg cream. 😉
But I don’t honestly see myself visiting there again, too many restrictions. I love the wide open living of Wyoming too much. ❤️
Yes, a float in NYC is the same. As for the egg cream, it's lighter in consistency because it doesn't contain ice cream.
What do mean by float? I know terms like that can have different meanings depending on geography!
Mickey, what fun! Thanks for your wonderful reminiscences. I’ve been to New York, many years ago, the Statue and other places; the second time it was February, and rathah chilly. with a church group. The first time my siblings and I were way up, but not the real top, of the Liberty lady. I love New York, especially the neighborhood stories from years ago. I don’t know how I could manage now, as recovering introvert, the crowded places, but I suppose folks find their hideouts. ;-). As I read your chat, I could almost hear Barbra Streisand in the background, singing in her movies, Funny Lady and The Way We Were. Have to look those up again, could use some alternative life images right now.
Thanks, Sharon! I low sharing stories and I very much appreciate hearing how non-New Yorkers view my hometown. It's really changed but yes, there are ways to navigate the crowds. Although, truth be told, I often ponder a re-location.
Sláinte!!
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Thanks, I lived in Brooklyn for 5 or 6 years and never heard about it. Now I wish I can have one 😋
You're welcome! It's not quite the same but I'll bet you could find a decent recipe online. 🙂
Really 🤔 thanks. I’m fixing to search for it
Lemme know how it goes!
Grandpas. :)
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Grandpas? My one grandpa was "saved" by Billy Sunday and my famous quote from childhood was sitting at the breakfast table in my grandparents' kitchen and asking my mother, "Why's Grandpa talking to his plate?"
My other grandpa was a cowboy / cook / musician who sent a photo of himself home from the CCC camp and advised putting it on the cellar steps to scare away rats and mice. My mother remembered him dressing up in a toga before leaving for the Knights of Pythias get-togethers. This I cannot picture!
C'mon, commenters, let's hear some more grandpa stories, preferably not of the kind that make one squirm!
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Susan, that is very funny. Talking to his plate, hilarious, indeed! Wonderful the way kids view the world of grownups, and not so grown up..
Lord, please, please help us save their innocence from the wicked ones Wash out their little brains before it’s too late.
And when I was very young on the way to a Washington city, sitting in the back of the car, I was said to have asked, “When are we going to see Attle, mommy?” LOL.
My sisters tried to convince me that the New Cumberland River in Ohio was actually the Cucumber River, I think I was skeptical. I love the way kids hear things; I will never think of Attle the same way again!
Many thanks, Mickey ! and I would love to hear some tales about the Highline, it sounds like just my place for escape and imaginings I wish more towns and cities would do more with their outdated, or otherwise impossibles, besides tear down for a huge grey square retail~~or ten story attorney office LOL Or deliver me, another corporate bank….So much ugliness, inside and outside. ;-). I may have mentioned towns on the coast, that paint former businesses and old himes, in four colors, offer snacks and drinks now in a car dealership. Why can’t people do that?! Fuddy duddies, all
I don't have a personal story about the Highline but, like you, I admire the concept of re-purposing!
All your posts are great, but this one takes the cake.
Thank you SO much, Adria...and THANK YOU FOR BECOMING A PAID SUBSCRIBER!!!!
Much, much appreciated! 💕
I am embarrassed not to have done so previously. But was happy to be motivated by egg cream enthusiasm to demonstrate my appreciation for your work.
Egg creams for the win! 🙂
Thank you again...
Aaaaaaaah Grandpa and the good ‘ol days .....nice stories Mickey your grandad sounded lovely tough man. I’ll try one of those drinks anytime.
CHEERS!!
Thank you, Fayanne! 🙂
Out here in the west(NM) we called them cream sodas. I never cared for them but did like a hand- made malted milkshake. Real ice cream and malted powder. By a real Soda Jerk, no less. Oh, and a triple scoop of ice cream on Saturdays was $0.15 cents! As has been sung; 'thanks for the memories', Mickey. Peace
Thank you 🙂
My first and only time in NYC was in 2016. My brother now lives in Mt. Sinai and he drove us into “town” one day. We parked near the World Trade Center memorials and walked down to look at Liberty across the bay. I got my hot dog from a stand and I was happy. Even though it was around the 4th of July, the day was glorious, with low humidity and beautiful sunshine. Traffic was awful, too many people for my liking these days. I did dream of living there when I was in my 20s (90’s lol), but now I love the small town life. If I make it back, I will have to find somewhere that sells egg cream. 😉
But I don’t honestly see myself visiting there again, too many restrictions. I love the wide open living of Wyoming too much. ❤️
Thank you for sharing, HE. I can imagine NYC being a fun visiting choice but I hear you. It's long-term appeal is lacking.