I was 11 in 1964, My brother was 18. My dad as I have said before worked for Greyhound - and was pretty high up the ladder. Well he decided in the summer of 1964 that my bother and I should see the World's Fair and visit the surrounding states to see the history. He wasn't someone who asked if we wanted too and we were the type that didn't say no. So my poor brother had to take his 11 year old sister for a coupe weeks all around the northeast. And he knew I didn't want to go.
My parents put us on the bus - my heart was breaking. I wanted to say home. I did not want to go. But go I went.
The first stop the bus made I went in and bought this postcard.
This is what I wrote my mom. I spelled my name Sandy then - I changed my name to Sandie when I was 15 which was a sort of declaration of independence for me. That will be another story.
I don't even remember the cute boy - lol. So off we went and landed in New York. Well all I did was cry. My brother's name was Andy (I was Sandy) and he didn't know what to do with me. He did know I loved the Beatles. And the movie A Hard Day's Night was just coming out. So he brilliantly found the movie theater that was playing A Hard Day's Night and he put me in there in the morning and came to get me when the last movie was over. It was the days movies played one after another and you could stay in there all day long.
He got to see the Worlds Fair and I missed it, but I must have seen it a hundred times. Every day he would take me there and then go on.
Click on here for the New York Worlds Fair in 1964
We went to Philadelphia to see the Liberty Bell - he saw it - I missed it, but again I saw the movie.
Click on the picture.
A Hard Day's Night in 1964.
We went to Washington DC and I missed that too, but again saw the movie.
Now he asked me once in the hotel if I wanted something to eat and I said no. He went out to get some food - he walked 2 blocks and guess what - when he got back I wanted the hamburger and God bless his soul he gave it to me.
We always had each others back in this family we had. And when he died in 1997 a part of me died as well.
He was such a great guy, my daughter named my grandson after him. He died 4/4/97 and my grandson was born 4/5/01.
And the funny thing is I don't have any memory of the world's fair or the movie. Just the trip.