Parade Excitement

 

Teenagers! Teenagers! My girlfriend Cindy and I are both fourteen years old which means it is the first year we can go to The Thanksgiving Day Parade without our parents. They actually gave us permission to go without them. Cindy and I know how to travel the trains to Manhattan so we were all set to go.

The train took an hour, but we talked with each other so much during the ride, it seemed like we were at 34th Street in fifteen minutes. We were so excited, we practically flew up the subway stairs. When we reached the street, our eyes were filled with all the parade sights. The floats were the most fascinating part of the parade and there were so many of them. We saw marching bands, the baton twirlers, and all the spectators lined up against the sidewalks to catch a glimpse. The Thanksgiving Day Parade definitely did not disappoint.

Cindy and I were down in the dumps when the parade was over, and it was time to take the train back home. The train was packed with parade goers. My friend and I had to sit across from this vagrant, older man who had taken his shoe and sock off. Maybe his foot hurt a lot from standing at the parade. In the meantime, Cindy was holding some very long, wispy peacock feathers.

When she saw the old man’s bare foot, she bent over laughing hysterically causing the feathers to reach the old man’s foot. The old man didn’t think it was funny because the feathers were now tickling his foot. The old man started yelling at us. We got scared so we moved to another spot in the train. Once we were safe, we laughed and laughed so hard, our stomachs hurt.

Being at The Thanksgiving Day Parade was amazing but the man’s foot being tickled by the peacock feathers stands out as the most memorable and is still talked and laughed about to this day.

Ellen

Halloween Parade

 

Many years ago, I took my children to the Greenwich Village Halloween Parade. We didn’t march in it because the crowds were overwhelming, and I felt it was too dangerous. We stood for hours, trying to stay near the front, but the pushing and jostling became too much. 

We did, however, witness the most incredible horror costumes imaginable—zombies, vampires, werewolves, dead celebrities, dragons, witches, skeletons, ghosts, and ghouls. Spooky music drifted through the streets, mixing with the hum of excited voices. Food vendors lined the sidewalks with hot pretzels, roasted nuts, and sweet treats, while souvenir stands sold glowing necklaces, masks, and plastic pumpkins to mark the night.

Georgia

Reading

 

I remember being about six years old, sitting beside an unnamed adult who held a copy of Babar by Jean de Brunhoff. They read the story aloud, and I was thrilled listening to the words and looking at the pictures. At some point I grabbed the book and stared at the lines of print myself. That was when I realized I could not read. My little brain was stunned. I felt frustrated, I wanted to read the book on my own. 

Not long after, I found a copy of Madeline by Ludwig Bemelmans. I held it with hope, but the words did not make sense. I kept looking at the pictures and tried to make sense of them.  

Time passed, and I went to grade school. Slowly, patiently, the letters began to make sense. Sounds formed into words, words into sentences, and sentences into entire worlds. Reading finally came to me.  

Georgia

A Valentine Card for My Grandson

 

Happy Valentine’s Day, my sweet boy.
Be kind, be brave, and remember how deeply you are loved.

 

Georgia

Words on a Kite

 

Paper and string I may be,  

With tiny bones blown by gusts. 

The blue open sky knows my name,  

Even my shadow lets go.

Georgia

The Golden Cat

 

I dreamed a golden cat rang my doorbell with its tail. 

He was carrying a small sun and walked past me in a hurry as I opened the door.  

The cat said, “Is dinner ready,” though I had never agreed to cook dinner for a golden cat.  

It sat on my couch, turned into a loaf of bread, then back into a cat, offended that I noticed. 

Melted butter was dripping off the wall, and we gathered it into pink and green bowls.  

The cat yawned, swallowed the clock, and everything felt finished and perfectly wrong. 

Wrong is good sometimes.

Georgia

Pelicans and Cormorants

 

In a small community along the Florida coast, there lived a large population of Pelicans along with a large number of Cormorants.  Both are water birds and although they get along, they don’t really pay attention to each other.  Pelicans are large, brown and have large beaks with throat pouches that can hold up to three gallons of water.  Cormorants are medium sized, have dark brown colored bodies and long necks.

One thing these two birds have in common is building their nests on the ground not far from the coast land. The ground is not as safe and secure as other locations to build nests. Unfortunately, they will learn this firsthand when a severe windstorm passes through the coastline one afternoon.

A mother Cormorant had built her nest on the ground but didn’t realize it was too close to the water.  When the windstorm arrived, it blew the nest with four eggs into the water.

Mother Cormorant started squawking and shrieking in her loudest distress calls.  All the Pelicans and Cormorants saw the nest floating away and they were frantic.

Suddenly, one of the bigger Pelicans flew off in the direction of the nest.  He caught up to it, swooped down with his large beak, and scooped the nest with eggs into his large throat pouch.  It fit with ease!  The Pelican flew back to the Mother Cormorant and placed the nest gently at her feet, not one egg missing.

“Thank you, thank you so much! You saved my babies and you didn’t have to do that!  What empathy you have!  Until eternity, whenever I dive for my fish, I will share them with you.  You will never go hungry,” said Mother CormorantIn a small community along the Florida coast, there lived a large population of Pelicans along with a large number of Cormorants.  Both are water birds and although they get along, they don’t really pay attention to each other.  Pelicans are large, brown and have large beaks with throat pouches that can hold up to three gallons of water.  Cormorants are medium sized, have dark brown colored bodies and long necks.

One thing these two birds have in common is building their nests on the ground not far from the coast land. The ground is not as safe and secure as other locations to build nests. Unfortunately, they will learn this firsthand when a severe windstorm passes through the coastline one afternoon.

A mother Cormorant had built her nest on the ground but didn’t realize it was too close to the water.  When the windstorm arrived, it blew the nest with four eggs into the water.

Mother Cormorant started squawking and shrieking in her loudest distress calls.  All the Pelicans and Cormorants saw the nest floating away and they were frantic.

Suddenly, one of the bigger Pelicans flew off in the direction of the nest.  He caught up to it, swooped down with his large beak, and scooped the nest with eggs into his large throat pouch.  It fit with ease!  The Pelican flew back to the Mother Cormorant and placed the nest gently at her feet, not one egg missing.

“Thank you, thank you so much! You saved my babies and you didn’t have to do that!  What empathy you have!  Until eternity, whenever I dive for my fish, I will share them with you.  You will never go hungry,” said Mother Cormorant.

Ellen G