It’s been a long time since I have blogged, but I thank Robin for keeping me around so that I can still express things here.
Growing up in Raleigh, NC in the 1960s and ‘70s, I have many memories of hot summer days at the outdoor Pullen Park pool, feeding peanuts to the pigeons at Capitol Square, checking out books downtown at the Olivia Raney library, and going to Kurt Russell Disney movies at the Cardinal Theater in North Hills. But no memory equates with that of going to the Christmas parade in downtown Raleigh at nighttime where the lights and the pageantry were magical to me. I always went with my best friend, Tina, and both of us always loved the reverberation of the bass drums of the marching bands signaled the impending arrival of the band. It was the epitome of excitement for two seven-year-old girls.
Back then, presents and Santa Claus were of course, a big part of Christmas, but that wasn’t what I remember most. What I remember most vividly about being a child at Christmas was the way I felt. It was the atmosphere around me complete with candles, Christmas trees, and good things on … Continue reading..Go to One Foot in Front of the Other by Sharon O’Donnell