Guest blogger today is Antonio Granados, a retired Marine Major, father of six, native Marylander and patriarch of my Granados family. Uncle Tony is one of the best story tellers I know, and every morning there is a story or two in my inbox from him. This one of the many I thought was worth sharing with all of you.
As a ten year old kid, I worked my way into the front of the line of parade viewers at Pennsylvania Avenue and "E" Street, NW. I saw President Hoover and President Elect Roosevelt ride up to the Capitol in an open Limo. and then I saw them come back as Ex-President Hoover and President Roosevelt.
The parade started and, to me, it was very exciting. Talk about the
expectations from a new President! I don't think that there has ever been more expectation than what the country expected of President Roosevelt.
As an historic event it was unique, however in all honesty, I wasn't there to see the history, I was there to see the most famous cowboy of all time, Tom Mix and his horse Tony. My patience paid off. Finally, there came Tom Mix on his horse prancing down Pennsylvania Avenue with Tom waving his huge, white, cowboy hat to me and all the other parade spectators. Opened mouth, I felt I had seen god.
There were many other displays in the parade, like famous, female movie stars sitting in chairs on a slowly revolving platform. I couldn't tell one from another because they were all beautiful and with their makeup on, they all looked the same to me. I watched the parade until I got bored and then left. I saw what I came to see, so for me, the parade was over.
I went home to the reality of the Great Depression, older men selling apples on the street corners for 5¢ each and jobs, if you could get one, in grocery stores paying $14.00 a week to a married man with a family. Things were tough.....just like today.....maybe a little worse.
Antonia Granados writes from his home in Levittown, PA