All we ever hear about in books, movies and television are unfulfilled dreams. We are pained and feel sorry for those whose visions are dashed and spend a lifetime pining for their own personal visions of happiness. Usually these vast fantasies are not completely out of reach.
This last Sunday, on a trip to MOMA with our granddaughter Rachel, who is staying with us for the Easter, Passover Holidays, one of my minor dreams was accomplished. I am a devoted movie fan. My dream movie was and is Easter Parade with Judy Garland and Fred Astaire. The song, Easter Parade, still haunts me and, occasionally, I break out in song, until Lorraine, my beautiful wife halts me by sticking her two pointing fingers in her ears.
You know the tune "In Your Easter Bonnet, with all the frills upon it, you'll be the grandest lady in the Easter Parade. I'll be all in clover and when they look you over, I'll be the proudest feller in the Easter Parade." It was a simpler and humbler time, but it still affects me with nostalgia. I always yearned to participate in an Easter Parade.
As we passed St. Patrick's Cathedral, a huge crowd was milling about. Fifth Avenue was closed to traffic and that alone was a minor N.Y.C. miracle. The hats, bonnets and outfits were a welcoming of Spring along with the religious experience.
Flowers of every hue and color adorned the heads and hats of the women and the children. One lady had a dozen eggs melded into her chapeau. Imagination ran rampant. Tulips, roses and lilies were everywhere. Even the men joined in with top hats, Elton John hats and other full-blown caps. One couple was decked out in Turn of the Century (20th century) outfits. She, in a multicolored dress, lovely scarf and a bustle in the rear and he in a gray tuxedo with tails and a top hat. All the crowd rushed to take a picture of them and with them.
When we left the parade on our way to the Museum of Modern Art, I felt depleted. One of my unfulfilled dreams was completed.
On to the next one!