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Recapturing The Romance

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I love these stories.

They're all the stuff of magic. Fairy tales from the 20th century.

I was five at the time of my visit to the fair. If I felt what could be called romance it was of a different type.

The romance of the road/travel: a rare road trip. Grand central station, a subway ride, squinting into the sun to see...the fair!

A romance with the fantastic: those Sinclair dinosaurs that I still well remember, the large and impressive architecture, a ferris wheel shaped like a tire, and a train that was in the sky, upside down! Looking into a space capsule ( a love of the space program already begun in me).

A love of family, too. My trip being a very rare "family adventure." It also framed by stops over my Uncle and Aunts in NJ.

There wasn't that traditional romance of the heart: but my heart did fall in love with my experience.

I envy your wife trey. What a wonderful, wonderful night. What a great story of romance. It was, yes indeed, so very sweet of you.

(I would have said all this long ago had I been here when it was first posted.)

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I'd have posted my romance-related NYWF-related comment in this thread if I'd known it existed at the time, but alas, I didn't, and it's over here: <a href="http://www.peacethroughunderstanding.org/index.php?showtopic=6430" target="_blank">http://www.peacethroughunderstanding.org/i...?showtopic=6430</a>

Also, worldsfairent, I have to agree with Rose that it really does sound like a wonderful trip with your wife... wow. Definitely one of the better proposal stories I've heard. And I second Molasses's curiosity as to what the ring looks like.

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It is stardust, Rose, exactly. In actuality its a romance with these fairs that we PTUers have. Sounds sappy but true nonetheless.

I love all the personal stories of the fair, romantic and otherwise. It adds a dimension that really illumines the fair like no other. In particular that bittersweet story of the boy, Dominic Tucci who ran away to the fair. That one really gets me and has a greater complexity than what’s on the surface. I’m reminded of a line of narration from The World of Tomorrow, “...it could be you’d never want to go home again.”

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The closest I have to a WF romance is that I met my first girlfriend in the ice skating rink in the NYC bldg when we were 16. We spent the summer riding our bikes to Willow lake where we'd spend the day in the grass next to the lake. Some of the happiest times of my life. Losing her still is my greatest regret and will be to my dying day.

To Kim: Happy Valentine's day. I will always love you.

Donald

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Wow. Now see, fellow PTU'ers? THAT'S what I'm talking about. Thanks for sharing, Don. As happily married as I truly am-- even I occasionally wax nostalgic (and romantic) about a few of the "ones who got away."

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Well.....there was that brief affair with a Golden Girl in the back seat of an Escorter.....but this is a family site.....

You mean all this time we never realized that the Escorters came equipped with a rumble seat?!! Wow- we discover something new every day. Gonna have to go back to the photos to figure out how the rumble seat folded down out of view except when requested.

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I married Patricia in mid-February 1967. When we first met, I was very much attracted to her so we began dating around Nov. 1965. We went twice to EXPO '67 in Canada, but unfortunately, it was too late for NYWF '64/'65.

The real romance relating to Flushing Meadows involves her father and her mother. He was an art director for a New York City art advertising firm and she was the model photographed for a series of ads. When they first met at Flushing Meadows, it was love at first sight, so they began a romantic relationship resulting in a marriage. By shear coincidence, I married their daughter Patricia in Bronxville, NY. Here's the coincidence.... her mom and dad met at the 1939 NYWF! It was there at the 1939 World's Fair where all of the photos were taken with various pavillions in the background. They were married just before the war in 1940.

If there had not been a 1939 World's Fair, it's very likely that there would have been no Patricia in my life. February 2008 marks our 41st anniversary.

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Ray, if that story's not the absolute epitome of what this mushy old thread of mine was supposed to be about-- then I don't know what is! Thanks a lot for sharing it! Don't you love how kismet works in life?

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