Saturday, September 6, 2008

Syracuse State Fair

People tell me that I should blog and I’ve said I just do not know what to blog about. To me I just lead a normal and at times a slightly boring life that people would not want to read about and the people that might care I send a once a week email to and they can read it or not. Then I though what if I wrote in retro time; I have some great memories and as I’ve been listening to on the computer some of those memories have been flooding back.

For those of you that do not know about it is really cool you put in a song or an artist and from there the computer just starts playing different music that you might like based on your first selection. If a song you really do not like starts to play you can give it a thumbs down and if you really like it you can give it thumbs up.

Anyway I put the Osmond Brothers into the computer a couple of nights ago and soon I was having flashes of memories while I was writing lesson plans. My sister knows this story well and if she has slightly different memories she can add her memories as well.

I believe it was the summer of 1975 possibly 1976 and the Osmond Brothers were going to be at the State Fair in Syracuse, New York and like most teenage girls in the 1970s I love the Osmond Brothers especially Donny. My friend Debby had informed me of the concert and we desperately tried to get her Mother to agree to take us. After all Debby had family there we thought it would be a sure thing but it was not. So we tried a different approach. We asked my parents and to be honest I am not sure what transpired but I am sure my Aunt Dorothy had a hand in it. My parents agreed to let me go to Syracuse with my younger sister and I would get to see the Osmond concert. We tried to convince Debby’s Mom that Debby needed to come also but Debby did not get to go.

So my sister and I got on a Greyhound bus and headed to Syracuse. There were two seats left on the bus when we got there but they were not next to each other. There was no way I was going to let my little sister sit by herself near strangers; so we shared a seat and when it got tight feeling she sat on my lap. If the lady in the seat next to us had not been so large we most likely would not have felt so tight in our shared seat but we arrived safely in Syracuse and spent the night with Aunt Dorothy and Uncle John.

The next day was the day of the fair. Aunt Dorothy took us to the fair while Uncle John went to work and he met us at the fair in the evening. It rained most of the day at the fair but we did not care we were at the fair and I was going to see the Donny Osmond in real life. That evening Aunt Dorothy and I headed to our seats while Uncle John took my sister to the midway for some fun.

I remember that I loved the concert but what I remember with even more fondness was what happened after the concert. Once the concert was over we met up with Uncle John and my sister. We were both exhausted as we headed to the parking lot and then we hit a snag; my Aunt Dorothy could not remember where she had parked her car so we wandered around for what seemed like forever. My Uncle John had of course remembered where he had parked but in my Aunt Dorothy’s defense we had been there all day my Uncle John had only been there for a few hours. They finally decided that Uncle John should take us home. He took us home and put us in bed. I had been so excited I did not fall asleep right away so I heard my Aunt Dorothy come home. She asked my Uncle John if he had given us a bath or shower before we went to bed. He told her he had not because it was late and we were exhausted. This did not surprise me because my Aunt Dorothy is very clean. She said “John but my clean white sheets will be all dirty because you did that.” His comment and for this I loved my Uncle John “Dorothy they are only sheets you can wash them when the girls get up. They are girls that had a busy happy day and sleep with pleasant dreams was more important than white sheets.”

I know we spent a day or two more with Aunt Dorothy and Uncle John before they put us back on a Greyhound bus for home and this time we each had our own seat next to each other.


HeidiTri's said...

Okay B. since you invited, I'll jump in!
I was little, so don't remember much of the trip. I do remember some random things, like going on a ride at the midway with Uncle John, and a "gorilla" jumped out from behind something to grab my shoulders. I was terrified, but in a fun way. I remember the feeling of walking around with Uncle John while you were at the concert, and being completely happy. At that time in my life, U. John was my favorite Uncle. He was big and kind and had cool tattoes that he used to let me trace with my fingers while I sat on his lap.

And I remember this: We were walking toward where the concert was getting out. Girls were coming out, crying and jumping up and down from excitement. A group of girls came running out, covered in mud, and one of them had the coveted purple hat that Donny threw out at every concert. I knew that you would have wanted that hat desperately, and so all I wanted to do was run over and punch the girl, then grab the hat for you. I must have said something to Uncle John, because I remember he put his arm around me and said that you wouldn't want me to hurt any one.

The last thing I remember is climbing into the van, and being really happy to be able to fall asleep!

PennyCandy said...

I forgot abouth the purple hat. You are right I would have loved that hat and Uncle John was right I would not have wanted you to hurt someone.

Felicia said...

Ahh that's a good story! And I'll have to visit that website you mentioned as well!