The voice from the Sierra Madre Oriental
and the entrance to our
Quinta Tesoro de
la Sierra Madre
Saturday, 23 April 2011
Just a thought or two
The world changes and we pass through it quickly. I remember the ladies getting on the McAllen spur of the Texas Eagle train....to then connect in Harlingen, Texas...on to Houston, Saint Louis, and Chicago.....then to change trains for another overnight to New York City and then "SHOPPING!!!!". Anyway, the ladies would board, with hats, heels, and gloves in place....seams straight, usually in wool suits, and "bunkum!" to anyone who said... "The wise traveller travels light". The ladies would frequently send an empty, large steamer trunk to the baggage car....to carry back prizes gleaned from Macy's, Tiffany's, and Bloomingdale's.
This picture of Mr. Ebbet's daughter throwing out the first ball at the openning of her father's new stadium speaks to a day when things were not quite as simple as we might like to think. One is forced to notice that no one was dressed for "comfort" and everyone had his or her head covered.
Those of the Orbit of Readers of the Old Gringo never really know what the old fool is going to tack up on his screed. Back with more later.