Ah yes, the 1964 Worlds Fair! I’m one of the teeny figures walking away in the background, too shy to say hello but now considerably older and grateful to read your eloquent post and shout out Bravo!
Well said! I’ve been attending some local events and learning about our local history in the revolutionary war, the good, the bad and the ugly, and when I think about that it in context of where we are now…. Surreal.
I remember the Bicentennial too, but I was only five so I didn't really get what it was all about. All I remember is the tall ships, and watching fireworks from a friend's apartment with a view of the Hudson River, and being terrified at how close they seemed. But, yeah 50 years makes a big difference ... thanks for the info about Entebbe, which I honestly didn't know about before.
Your neighbor, the “renowned historian” here. I just got back from DC and have had enough of red-white-and blue for awhile, thank you. (And 115 degree heat indexes.) But for those who recoil from the flag, I say this. See the pure protest in it and you’ll feel better. This is not Trump’s flag, it’s ours. And we have shown that by waving the flag at labor marches, suffragette protests, civil rights marches, and now No Kings. If it doesn’t stand for all of us, that’s our fault. In surrendering the flag to the fascists, we have limited what it stands for. Look deeper, look into the past, the protest, and take it back. And I’ll take you up on that hamburger.
Wait—I agree to take back the flag and you’ll eat a hamburger? I’m up for my side of the deal, but I won’t hold you to yours…unless you really want to!
I was at Worlds Fair too. Still have a book we brought. And “It’s a small world after all” ringing in my ears. I have so many images of that day in my head, especially the sphere and riding in convertibles through the history of time scenes.
My dad is buried in a beautiful old cemetery in Cornwall, CT. My uncle right near. Every year on Memorial Day a small flag is placed on the graves of both of them and all those who served. I love the American flag and small moments (nods?) like that remind me what its true meaning is.
Ah yes, the 1964 Worlds Fair! I’m one of the teeny figures walking away in the background, too shy to say hello but now considerably older and grateful to read your eloquent post and shout out Bravo!
I THOUGHT that was you!!
Well said! I’ve been attending some local events and learning about our local history in the revolutionary war, the good, the bad and the ugly, and when I think about that it in context of where we are now…. Surreal.
I remember the Bicentennial too, but I was only five so I didn't really get what it was all about. All I remember is the tall ships, and watching fireworks from a friend's apartment with a view of the Hudson River, and being terrified at how close they seemed. But, yeah 50 years makes a big difference ... thanks for the info about Entebbe, which I honestly didn't know about before.
Your neighbor, the “renowned historian” here. I just got back from DC and have had enough of red-white-and blue for awhile, thank you. (And 115 degree heat indexes.) But for those who recoil from the flag, I say this. See the pure protest in it and you’ll feel better. This is not Trump’s flag, it’s ours. And we have shown that by waving the flag at labor marches, suffragette protests, civil rights marches, and now No Kings. If it doesn’t stand for all of us, that’s our fault. In surrendering the flag to the fascists, we have limited what it stands for. Look deeper, look into the past, the protest, and take it back. And I’ll take you up on that hamburger.
Wait—I agree to take back the flag and you’ll eat a hamburger? I’m up for my side of the deal, but I won’t hold you to yours…unless you really want to!
I was at Worlds Fair too. Still have a book we brought. And “It’s a small world after all” ringing in my ears. I have so many images of that day in my head, especially the sphere and riding in convertibles through the history of time scenes.
My dad is buried in a beautiful old cemetery in Cornwall, CT. My uncle right near. Every year on Memorial Day a small flag is placed on the graves of both of them and all those who served. I love the American flag and small moments (nods?) like that remind me what its true meaning is.
Ouch! But fair.