What? Chewed paper? Is the that best you can do?
Yes it is. All I could let go of were the little pieces of paper chewed
on by mice through the years. And no, I didn’t take a picture.
However, here’s a sampling of
the papers that I sorted through, dusted, read and placed in a new plastic storage
box.
If you were fortunate enough
to grow up in New York City back in the ‘50s, you would have been rooting for either
the Brooklyn Dodgers, New York Yankees or Giants. What more can I say? I lived
in Brooklyn for my first two years of my life, and my grandmother, aunts and
uncles and cousins continued to live there during those exciting baseball years.
Then there were the
playbills and picture programs from Broadway shows. Here’s just a sampling:
Jean Arthur as Peter Pan; Gertrude
Lawrence and Yul Brynner in The King and
I.
Finally, the newspapers! My
parents, sister and I were passengers on the last voyage of the Andrea Doria.
She left us in Genoa, Italy and on the return trip she sank. I remember
standing on the steps of the Duomo in Florence when we heard the news.
Three years earlier Elizabeth II was crowned in Westminster Abbey.
About ten years later John Fitzgerald Kennedy was inaugurated President
on the steps of the capitol building in Washington D.C..
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