07 Nov My Own Disney World
November 7, 2019
At Disney World with the youngest grandkids.
November 1980
With the youngest grandkids’ mother and aunt.
(The grandkids’ mom above in 1980 and below in 2019.)
A trip to Disney World for us full-fledged Americans
We drove in a huge rented station wagon where my husband somehow converted the space between the back and front rows into a place for the children to nap.
Between naps they sang “99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer. Take one down, pass it around, 98 bottles of beer on the wall.” And so on down to 1 bottle of beer and back.
We pinched pennies but found $6 to get the Mickey Mouse hat.
The Disney World made us feel like full-fledged Americans.
Then came the grandchildren’s turn, and every time it was coming back to our own personal fairyland. But nothing compared to the first visit.
November 7, 1917
The mirage that the diehard Bolsheviks trained their eyes on 102 years ago on November 7 must have looked to them like Disney World. See this picture – sort of reminds of Magic Kingdom, doesn’t it?
The Bolshevik, by Boris Kustodiev (1878-1927). https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/70/Kustodiev_The_Bolshevik.jpg
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