A journey back in time …
Wow…did that take me back in time. All the way back to the 1940’s when I was seven. We lived in Plainfield, New Jersey … my mother, dad and 4 older sisters. We girls were all born in an 8 year period so you can see that we were close in age and all of us in school at the same time. Can you imagine 5 girls getting ready for school with only one bathroom in the house?
Of course this meant that we had to get up early and our dad had devised a plan to make this work. He was a production manager in an advertising company in New York City and was up very early every workday morning to catch a 7:30 train to the City. So, at exactly 5:30 AM he would turn the radio on (LOUD) to his favorite station which was completely dedicated to nothing but Sousa marches.
The minute I heard “Semper Fidelis” this morning I was once again that little girl scrambling to get to the bathroom first …amid cries of “Oh, Dad”, “Turn it down” and “I’m going back to bed”. I loved being the first one down for breakfast. It was our special time … just Dad and me and Sousa’s marches.