A few nights ago I wrote about my cross country bus trip during the summer of 1969. I was 15 years old and it was the greatest trip of my life. The next summer I would go to Israel and that trip was wonderful as well. But that summer of 1969: was magical.
I have many vivid memories of that trip. The summer of 69, Woodstock, the miracle NY Mets and of course, man landing on the moon. Armstrong, Aldrin and Collins. And where was I as I watched on a small black and white TV man land on the moon, Virginia City , Nevada. Yes, we were staying at a small local motel and had to watch the moon landing on a small 12 inch TV in the lobby. There were abut 40 of us huddled around the TV watching the remarkable event.
That might be the biggest memory but there are so many others. Seeing Mt Rushmore, the Golden Gate Bridge, the Pacific Ocean, Disneyland, the Grand Canyon, Las Vegas, the Rockies, the flatlands of Nebraska Andy Kansas, just to name a few.
Still Thursday July 2, 2020
1955 or so. Maybe my earliest memory goes back to,1955. I was only 2 but I might remember things from that early in my life. You see at ages 2, 3 and 4 I had eye surgery to repair muscle damage so my eyes would work in unison. And at 5 years old they eye doctor Dr Seretan, would find out that I didn’t have very much vision in my left eye. So I spent a lot of time at the eye doctors FF ice in the early part of my life and had three hospitalizations to correct my muscle damage.
Back then I was in the hospital at least three days for all three hospital stays and for one of the stays both my eyes were operated on. T has all blurred into one memory but I do have memories of my operations and my stays at the hospital even at that early age. I can’t say for certain which time in the hospital I remember, I just remember the overall sensation of being in the hospital. Back then the anesthetic of choice was ether. It was a fowl smell that I still remember to this day. I remember the patches on my eye(s). I remember being scared. And crying a lot. I remember I would wake up in the morning and not be able to open my eye lids. They were stuck together and it would take a few minutes to open my eyes even though I was up. I didn’t like that much. Overall ages 2 3 and 4 were a bit,
And it must have been hard on my parents. Back then they couldn’t stay at the hospital with me. They went home at night. And I do remember the nights alone. Only when both eyes were operated on at the same time could one of my parents stay overnight with me. And they had to cause a scene to be allowed to do so.
