Remember when we dressed up to travel? Not quite sure where this view of Manhattan was taken, maybe from Liberty Island. What’s really jolting, as I review it now, is how dressed up I was. I was fresh out of the south, and still used to wearing white gloves (and hats sometimes) to church on Sunday.
I find I still like that dress even after all these years. And you have to admit, not just anybody can pull off that rusty orange, not quite red, color! I didn’t know then that in New York the really cool people wore black. It’s a sack dress. I know you remember those. This one was made of a linen-look fabric trimmed in creamy white matching fabric on the hem and bateau neckline. (With my ever-thickening waistline, I could sure use another like it now.)
I’d just gone to a new hairdresser, my first “stylist” rather than a plain beauty operator, and he knew exactly what to do to make my thin, limp hair look fuller than it was. (Daddy would have said I should just let it grow and not waste my money on such frivolity.) Just look what Charles did with my hair! I liked it then and still do, although most of the time it didn’t look that good.
At the time Hubby and I were just friends who wanted to travel and you could take a Turbo prop flight for only $25 each way to New York City from Pittsburgh. You left early Saturday morning, stopped first in Buffalo and then one other place in upstate New York, before finally landing in time to deposit your luggage in the cheap hotel you’d booked for one night. I don’t remember everything we were able to do and see, but I remember the ferry to see the Statue of Liberty and the Horn and Hardart’s automated lunch counter for lunch, and Macy’s.
The next day’s flight back to Pittsburgh followed a similar route in reverse. We didn’t mind getting home late, though, because we were young and didn’t need so much sleep, and we always looked forward to seeing the way Pittsburgh’s spectacular skyline and rivers seemed to explode in light as we merged from the city’s primary entrance from the south, the very dark Fort Pitt Tunnel as we drove to our respective apartments at the time–in Squirrel Hill and Monroeville.
And that’s the way it was in 1968. Cheap flights, enough energy to embark on such a hectic schedule, and on my own and able to do something without anybody’s permission for the first time in my life even though I was already 25 . Life was getting good!
As for that purse; I’d never carry one that big now! After 40 years of traveling together and being married to him, I know I’d just wind up carrying Hubby’s mobile phone and wallet and every travel brochure New York had to offer, maps too, if there were any, while he saunters happily and carefree several yards ahead of me.
Remember when we dressed up to travel?” is the first of what I hope will become a regular feature to appear every Sunday (naturally) under Sunday Snapshot Musings to be continued, hopefully, until I’m out of snapshots to write about. Of course you realize that means I’ll probably have to post someday from the grave–if I can figure out a way to do it.