1933… a belated VALENTINE !

If I’d been born just a few hours earlier I would have been a Valentine baby…what fun ! But, no, my birth was on the fifteenth of February, 1933, which means that this Sunday I will be the grand old age of 82. I know this to be a fact but I can’t seem to wrap my mind around it and, to be honest, I’ve been feeling pretty down about the whole thing.

I wasn’t even sure that I wanted to share this with you so I decided to stop writing and check my emails instead, and wouldn’t you know it …I got just the gift that I needed. It was in the form of a wonderful email from a 64 year old woman living in Massachusetts. She was surfing the web and somehow my entry about Norumbega Park popped up. With her permission I share part of the email that she sent to me ...

"My favorite memory of Norumbega was the little carts that were hand cranked along a track. It was at the bottom of the hill but I shinied there. You see, I caught polio in 1955 and although paralyzed initially from the neck down, I had exercised into having very strong arms to help me navigate myself on crutches. And those carts....those wonderful little carts. I got on one, fit my braced leg to hold it in and took off like there was no tomorrow. I always beat the other kids and I loved it. …you have evoked feelings, smells and memories that I will always cherish. Thank you for sharing with us.”

That was just a snippet of her lovely email but it brought me out of my “funk”. If I can give pleasure to others by just recording my memories that‘s more than enough for me !