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Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Statue of Liverty
I know. I spelled it wrong! But when I was little, that was how I pronounced the Statue of Liberty.
If any of my family members see the title of this blog, they’ll be groaning. They’re sick to death of hearing about the Statue of Liberty, and the fact that I have never gotten to see the famous lady. For the rest of you who haven’t heard my tale of woe, hang on—you’re about to hear it.
Back in the dark ages, when I was about six years old and my sister was seven, my aunt and uncle decided to make a trip to New Jersey to visit friends. During the trip, they planned to stop and see the Statute of Liberty. So far, so good. However, things turned a little ugly when said aunt and uncle decided they would take my sister along for the sojourn, but I would have to remain at home. They used the excuse that I since I was prone to car sickness, it wouldn’t be a good idea to take me. We lived in Pittsburgh, so it really wasn’t like we would have been driving across the entire country, so I didn’t buy into that explanation.
No matter the reason, I didn’t get to go along and visit the Statue of Liberty. In my sister’s defense, I have to admit that she wasn’t involved in the decision-making process. But at six years old, I wasn’t convinced she couldn’t have convinced my aunt and uncle to take me along. I was certain she could have dug in her heels and insisted that if I didn’t go, she wouldn’t either. And when she returned home with her tale of seeing the famous lady and climbing those steps to look out over New York Harbor—well, I wasn’t one bit happy.
Since then, whenever anyone mentions going to New York City, I regale them with my woeful tale, and the fact that I’ve never seen the Statue of Liberty. So, when my daughter recently decided to visit New York City, the Statue story returned front and center. I think my souvenirs were intended to appease me. And while I like my hat and sunglasses, I think I’ll still try for the real thing one day.
How about you? Any place you’ve been longing to visit for most of your life?
May you find joy as you recall childhood memories. ~Judy