Good morning to all of you out there in cyber world. I hope you are having as good of a summer as I . It seems like if we blink and it will be gone. Time to enjoy it while it is here. Why not share what is going on in your summer.
Welll, on to todays story.
When I was a young girl growing up in Chicago, it was a very special treat each year to get to go to the Ice Capades. Now, some of you might be wondering what the Ice Capades is. Well, back in my day, it was a show on Ice. Not a Disney Show on ice, although I think that may have evolved from it, but this was a magnificent show wth costumes that you just looked at with amazement. Costumed dresses that sparkld and dazzled you. It was ice skating at it's finiest. It was pure entertainment on ice set to music. It was like watching todays Dancing with the stars. Talent and costumes. It was like seeing the Rockettes. Champions on Ice, a circus on ice and so much more. The Ice Capades was an absolutely spectacular production. I loved that my mother would take me there. It was one of the highlighted moments each year in my life.
Now one particular year, when I was 9, my mother decided to take my cousins young son-in-law...he was about 2 years older than me. We drove over to his house to pick him up. We had about an hour extra for the mom's to visit. Richie....that was the young mans name and I were bored, so he suggested that we go over to Reiss Park by the Lagoon. It was just down the block from where he lived. So we walked over there....now it was winter time and the lagoon was frozen. I did not have on boots because we were going to the Ice Capades and we were really only in and out of the car...or supposed to be any way. I remember that I wore my favorite outfit. It was a powder blue pleated skirt with an ivory jacket that was trimmed in the same blue as the skirt with an embroidered flower on the right side at the top. I wore black patent leather shoes and white ruffled socks. There I was, at the side of the lagoon dressed all prim and proper and Richie tells me that we could walk over the lagoon to the other side. I didn't really want to go...who walks over ice in patent leather shoes? But he egged me on until I finally stepped onto the ice. I kept asking him if this was really safe...and of course he told me not to be chicken....it was fine. So as I carefully proceeded to take one slow step at a time, crack when the ice and down I went. Now, the area that I was in was not deep....thank God...and I only fell in up to my mid calf....He came over and got me out . We hurriedly walked back to his house and when I stepped inside, my mom was horrified. "Look at you"...she bellowed. Now what are we going to do? We don't have enough time now to go home and get you changed. They gave me a washrag and soap and I washed my legs which were now covered in the mess from the lagoon. I put on the socks and thought I would just about die! And when I went to put on my patent leather shoes they were really tight because of those awful heavy socks. I was not only embarrassed because I had to wear boys socks, but my feet really hurt now as well. I hated that there was no other option. I hated Richie for making me go across that stupid lagoon...oh why I didn't listen to that little voice in my head that said "don't do it!"
We got into the car and went to the Ice Capades....I was sure that every single person that saw me was staring at those ugly socks. I couldn't wait to get to our seats and feel safe, because the stadium was dark.
The show began and it was fabulous. I almost forgot all about my socks. Then the most unbelievable thing happened. At one point in the show they pick kids from the audience to come out on the ice and ride this fantastic ice mobile. Wouldn't you know it. I never got picked before...but that day....you got it...they picked me. They I was in my beautiful powder blue outfit. My hair perfectly coiffed in pin curls, patent leather shoes...and a pair of UGLY boy socks in front of what 10,000 people. I could have died of embarrassment! But I did get to ride with mobile and some of the ice skaters. It was a day to remember for sure...maybe a little bit more that I would have wanted to remember...I wish I could have forgotten those socks...but in the end. I always remembered that day...and I never let Richie forget it either!