From my Lady...

Each day brings new thoughts and today I was forced to recall a place
> in New York...
>
> We took a trip to Newburg me and mom with Aunt Sylvia, R.I.P, to go
> see Aunt Carla, Tangela and Duwayne. When the family got together
> there was always a good time and good food to be had. This was no
> exception to the rule. I wasn't to young remember the trip or the fact

> that Aunt Carla always had cool ideas. We went to a place called Bear
> Mountain and they had an ice skating ring outside. It was cold but not

> too cold and the sky was really dark but the stars twinkled we were up

> so high it felt like I could grab one if I really tried. I felt so
> sophisticated being outside ice skating on some mountain, like how
> many people do this. It was always fun staying up past our bed time
> and doing something new, maybe that's the part that made me feel like
> such a big girl. Plus, I had on gloves a scarf and hat but just a
> sweater and jeans on...that never happened mom always made sure I was
> dressed very warm. To the point where my socks were pulled all the way

> up, my t-shirt all the way down, tucked into my undies, with my shirt
> all the way down and tucked into my pants that were pulled up over my
> little kid extend a belly, ha ha, my shoe laces tied or Velcro all the
way over.
> My hair was nothing short of pulled back enough to make my almond
> shaped eyes a little more chinky to accentuate my round cheek-ies and
> pouty lips. Then came the gloves hat and scarf that were put on first
> then on went the jacket that I was always was afraid was going to zip
> my neck in and it be mistaken for extra clothing...in the end no air
> pockets. Ha ha, oh man, ha ha sorry mom such fond memories of you
> dressing me, ha ha.
>
> Anyway, to be outside made me feel like a little adult as I dreamed of

> being a teenager and being on a date to a place so cool as the couples

> skated around us holding hands. To be a kid and dream. We left to
> arrive at a restaurant called Gosho of Japan and it felt like a
> wrinkle in time. With karate never too far from my life, my mother and

> I share an affinity for the Asian culture but this, this felt like I
> was in some Japanese Garden, in the winter. You could hear the music
> before we got there, song dong dong ting, ha ha. When we went in
> everyone was dressed in Kimono's. And the chef's cooked in front of
> you and that was the first time I saw that so I was amazed. My mom let

> me order like a big girl and for the special night Tangela and I were
> allowed to get virgin daiquiri's, that always upped the big girl
> factor. My mom ordered some plum wine and she let me have a little
> sip, I don't know if it was the whole day, the atmosphere or if that
> wine was pure perfection but I swear there I tasted the most lip
> smacking scrumptulecent (not a word) liquid to roll on my tongue this
> side of the Mississippi. And that night as I laid down my head, I
> slept with the biggest smile on my face...i will always remember Bear
Mountain.
>
> Have a great day, All my love!
>