When Mom and Dad would Take Us to the Park

The above phrase I lifted out of a book I am reading. The book is called Beautiful & Pointless, a guide to modern poetry by David Orr, who is or was the poetry columnist for the NY Times Book Review.

It set me to thinking about where mom and dad took me. I started a list, they took me to church, vacations, Phillie’s games (just with dad), seashore in August, museums, ice skating (once), concerts, cocktail parties, and adult to adult visits. I am sure there is more, but this is what I came up within sixty seconds or so.

I stare at those and think of some wonderful memories. Three are exceptions to wonderful. Ice skating, cocktail parties, and adult to adult visits. The good news is ice skating was only once. They respected the fact that it was embarrassing for me. I could not get my ankles off the ice.

I wish they could have seen my ankles on the ice for all three of my “wonderful” exceptions. Going to a party or someone’s home is how I imagine it would be traveling with Garrison Keillor. My dad loved to tell stories and not necessarily new ones. In his defense he told them well, but he never let any other family members on stage. I don’t think my mother cared, but I did.

Oh well, as it has turned out okay. I saved them for later.

2 thoughts on “When Mom and Dad would Take Us to the Park

  1. Carole Webber September 23, 2013 / 4:32 pm

    Your dad sounds like mine.He was a good story teller. We lived near Prospect Park in Brooklyn, NY and there I learned to ride a bike and ice skate under his tutelage. I did better at skating than you, I think, although I loved to take breaks for hot cocoa and the two sided frosted cookies there. . I went to Brooklyn Dodgers games and never did enjoy those outings with my parents . Parades were big on my father’s agenda and NY had a lot of them, we were there for most of them. I never liked the circus but loved watching the elephants walk across the Brooklyn Bridge on they way to Madison Square Garden, My father never wanted me to miss a thing.
    I, on the other hand loved visiting with their friends especially if other children were present. I had a fun and busy childhood. I hope I never grow up!.

    • fictionfitz September 23, 2013 / 6:28 pm

      I don’t think you have grown up, a good thing!! My opinion.

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