To an 8-year old, nothing seemed any bigger than an ocean liner. Even growing up in New York City, the skyscrapers didn’t seem as big.
1960 was just one year after the launch of the S.S. Rotterdam, and my mom and I were going to cruise from New York to London.
I remember that chairs and couches seemed oversized. That one could walk the decks, endlessly.
Leaving the Port of New York was storm and seasickness for a couple of days, and then it was smooth, on the open seas for five more days to England.
I remember helping my mother, picking out a delicate watch, with an iridescent face. She treasured it, seemingly forever… until it would finally stop ticking.
The bingo parlor… I remember playing bingo… and Winning!!
A handful of nuggets, included being my mom’s travel companion.