Sunday, April 21, 2013

Navy Yard Door


Thursday, Donna, her aunt Georgette, Donna's friend Sylvia and I spent the day in Boston. Georgette is 83, doesn't look a day over 60 and lives in a beautiful elderly housing project located in the old Boston Navy Yard. I've driven by the Navy Yard quite a few times, but never stopped to walk among the buildings. Walking around I couldn't help but wish Dad was walking along side me. He would have been in his own little world, pointing out this building and that. Detailing information and the history of the old forge and its companion buildings scattered about the yard would have brought enjoyment to him. I can hear him now, rattling off details and dates, that would mean so much to him but little to me. If I ever would have asked him if he'd like to join us riding the T and taking a tour of the Isabella Gardiner Museum, he would have been howling with a big grin from ear to ear! 
"This is my museum!" He would have reminded me , and that would have been coming from a WWII cavalry vet. Georgette is quite a feisty broad, and she kept us smiling all day. I was so happy to finally meet her. She was great fun! But I had to chuckle one more time late in the day, as we walked the North End leaving Nico's Italian Wine Bar. 
Donna asked me, "If he was still alive would they make a good couple?"
"Ya,  I answered, "if she was thirty years younger!"
You see, along with his red Cobra Mustang, Dad had an affinity for the young ladies late in life.
Zoom Zoom!

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  4. at first i couldnt understand the image..then looking closely i realised it was a door!! :)

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  5. Hey, if he was able to get away with younger women in his later years, more power to him!

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  6. What a great story...thank you! Old people are so cool :)

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  7. Your dad must have had a lot of spunk and lots of energy to go with it. At my age, most every female is a younger woman, and I don't think I could keep up with any of them!

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  8. I love that rusty door! You reminded me of the trip I took with my dad to London. Dad had never been to Europe and walking the streets with him was quite an experience. He certainly pointed out things that I would never have noticed. One time I thought he was walking right beside me but when I turned he was gone. I looked around and found him talking to some street workers who were patching spots in the street. They seemed genuinely happy to show him what they were doing and how it worked. I guess they never considered themselves a "tourist attraction" before then.

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  9. Your dad sounds like he would have been a great guy to travel with!

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  10. You certainly convey a strong feeling of nostalgia for your father.

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  11. I enjoy the fondness you have for your father.

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  12. First of all, that's a great picture. I looks like a Jim Dine painting. My father was in the cavalry in WW II, too, but he was so nearsighted they assigned him to an armory on the upper east side of Manhattan.

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  13. Love this post. I miss my dad and his love of cars everyday.

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  14. Love all that rust. What a great colour!

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