I was going to wrap New York into our next adventures going south, but guess what? NYC is it’s own city, it’s own space, and it’s own time. We’d always heard how cold New Yorkers, and New Englanders could be, but it’s been just the exact opposite with us. Lost in a subway? Let me help you. Need to get to the Museum of Modern Art? Just go two blocks and turn left.
It’s Halloween time in New York City. Walking around town during the day, watching the kids dressed up as Superwoman, vampires, etc, isn’t too much different than walking down the streets of Bellingham. The weather was cool and dry and kids were excited. I think there’s more of a “mystique”, if you will, surrounding the Halloween preparations in New England. In New England, I could see Ichabod Crane around every hollow we passed (they are even called Hollows). So the Legend of Sleepy Hollow lives on!
We’ve OD’d on New York from Broadway shows to lunches in the Chelesa Market. Our wonderful friends, Marilyn and daughter, Maggie (awesome graphic artist), and Deb and daughter, Rachel (aspiring actress) have given us the inside scoop on where to visit.
Broadway theater
Marilyn, Maggie and Teresa
Twenty somethings, Rachel and Maggie live in NYC, and it’s so fun to get a glimpse into their lives and interests. We enjoyed a Broadway show (Miss Saigon), dinner in the theater district, and Penn station to get around.
Museum of Modern Art
October 30, one day before the terrorist attacks on the pedestrians and cyclists in lower Manhattan, John and I were mesmerized by the amazing dedication to our country’s history as we wandered the 9/11 Museum. I thought I wouldn’t last there very long, given the emotional and personal (for all of us) memory of that horrific event. But the displays were so well conceived, and interspersed the emotional with the practical (who knew those towers were built in 1970’s and how they were constructed and how they impacted small business around the site). The voices of the lost and the survivors were also heard, along with stories of first responders and the gargantuan effort of clean up and rebuilding, which is still happening.
South Tower Strut
Ladder 3
Survivors stairs to Vesey St.
All in all, it was an emotional an exhausting exhibit, for me at least. Then the next afternoon, a senseless and devastating attack was once again hurled on this vibrant city. We are still trying to make “sense out of nonsense” with this insanity.
Teresa Van Haalen Ventures 