Wednesday, January 16, 2013
In 1962, the world was different. Our family of 10 (grandma, parents, 7 children) went to DC and we actually camped on the mall (it's a national park and at that time we could set up our HUGE 3 room CANVAS (read:heavy) tent and leave it there while we were out for the day. My father was a newspaper editor and had lots of connections so we had a great trip (I'm told -- I was only 1. ) One day, my father and 5 brothers, ages 5-14, went to the FBI and met J Edgar Hoover. We have a pic of them together. The boys are all wearing black socks in June. I come by my fashion ineptitude naturally.
We had a visit to the White House planned and I had been creeping around things at the campsite all week and was just about ready to take my first step.
My mother had plans.
According to the family lore, she kept knocking me down until we got on our White House Tour. This was soon after Jackie Kennedy did the big TV tour of the house and it was a big deal to go.
My mother put me down on the carpet between the East Room and the State Dining room, had a brother at the other end and let me go!
15 1/2 years later, I was back. More on that tomorrow!