I was at work the other day and the guy next to me turned on his CD and played an old Dean Martin song: Memories Are Made of This.
That reminded me of a fond memory...
Back when I was probably 9 or 10, Dad took us all on a trip to Chicago(!) It was the first time any of us had been on an airplane. I remember looking out the airplane window and seeing the lights of Chicago as far as we could see.
Later that night we went to a pizza place and ordered a pizza. Dad seemed to feel a little uncomfortable doing so, but he went over to the juke box to find a song to play. The song he selected was Everybody Loves Somebody Sometime, by Dean Martin. I can still see us sitting at that table with the pizza and listening to Dean Martin crooning that song.
For some reason that memory has always stuck with me as a warm, cozy moment. I will never forget that night!
Anyone else remember that night? Any other fond (or not so fond) memories to share?
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Thanks for the reminescing (spelling). I have fond memories of going to Chicago as well. I remember being so terribly excited about the plane ride and how the clouds looked like cotton. I also was really touched by the way the stewardesses treated all of us. I remember getting a stewardess pin and loving it! I really enjoyed the Museum of Science and Industry and told Ralph we needed to go so we did when we were first married. We took the train (although we had problems with the train and it took us 8 hours longer than it should have to get there).
That's amazing that you remembered the song. I remember the trip, the museum, the hotel (wasn't it the Conrad Hilton?), and, yes, I even remember the pizza. I think dad must have really sold us on the pizza being real special... And, yes, I just remembered that we spent some time with some friends of dad's - and we were riding with them and they got stopped for going the wrong way on a one way street. But I don't remember the song...
I do not remember the song, but i do remember the pizza. They had to put it back in the oven because it was so thick. It was huge and seemed about 2 inches thick with more cheese than any pizza before or after that time. Of course my memory is very unreliable.
Dean Martin evokes a different memory for me. I'm 4 1/2 years old (1953?) and we are living above Uncle Ollie's store in Fon du Lac. It's the middle of winter and night-time. For some reason I am at the Fon du Lac skating rink. (I don't think I was actually skating?) There are bright lights shining on the rink and dozens of skaters skating about. I am shocked to see that there are male and female skaters who are holding each other close and skating together. And blaring out of speakers above the warming house is Dean Martin singing, "When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that's amore." I was too young to verbalize my discomfort, but I was uncomfortable. It was as if I was for the first time viewing all of the possible sins of the flesh.
Grandma: The museum was fun! We went back to see it again too.
North: What a memory! I forgot about being stopped by the police... We stayed at two different hotels. You probably remember that Dad got brochures of a hotel with pretty red carpet. We stayed there the first night, but the carpet was threadbare, the hotel was dirty, perhaps there were bugs, and the hotel was scheduled to be demolished so was not being kept up. We packed our stuff and found a nicer hotel the next night.
Robin: I remember the huge pizza too. We probably ate about 1/2 of it at the most...
Dance: At least you shared the pizza in your memory ;-)
My memory serves me differently regarding the hotel. I remember the brochure about the hotel and how excited we were to go there. I remember that Dad was so awful that we didn't even stay one night.
We had a similar experience when we took our children by train out West. When we arrived in San Fran. we had reservations at a hotel downtown. It was old and decrepet but we did stay there. But, it was in such a rough area that as soon as we got up everyone had to stick together and get out of that area. We did not feel very safe!
I love Chicago to this day and get nostalgic thinking about it. I havent been back to the museums, but have some great memories of them, especially the cars. Dad's friends drove a Mercedes, I wasn't impressed with it then, but I probably would be now. Who could ever forget that pizza? I feel guilty to this day for not being able to finish it! The Conrad Hilton! Impressive! I don't remember Dean Martin either!
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