(This is the third installment in this story. It is 1941 and our newlyweds arrive in New York City on their way to Fort Riley, Kansas)
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We settled ourselves into adjoining seats in the old bus for what was to be the longest journey that either of us had embarked upon. I had managed to make a phone call to my mother from a noisy phone booth at the bus depot. It was an awkward conversation, to say the least. I could hear the concern in my mother's voice, but she was far too decent and proper to ever ask about how I had held up during our first night together as man and wife.
As for me, I had to consciously temper the excitement in my voice. I wanted so much to tell her not to worry -- that Jack had been lovingly tender and that our lovemaking had been the most beautiful experience of my life. However, that was simply not a subject matter that one discussed with even those you were most close to.
My body still suffered with a dull ache from our lovemaking. We had made love three times in the past fourteen hours and I'm afraid that I wasn't used to such strenuous activity. I hoped that I would adjust before too long because feeling my husband inside me was something that I wanted to experience again and again. Jack had been so sweet to me. He kept asking me if there was anything that he could get for me and those beautiful blue eyes of his held such love and warmth that I felt just like some kind of princess or something.
The first part of our journey was to be a bus ride from Burlington, Vermont to Albany and on to New York City. From there we would be traveling by train to Kansas. We were both pretty excited and a little nervous. I just couldn't imagine! We would be traveling through New York City and Philadelphia and so many other cities that I had only read about. This was to be the adventure of a lifetime!
I'd like to give you more details about our bus trip, but the truth of the matter was that I fell asleep before we had been on the road for even half an hour. I could feel myself drifting off and I felt guilty about falling asleep and leaving Jack to suffer the ride alone. I fought it for as long as I could, but I finally laid my head on his shoulder and I was out like a light.
The next thing that I was aware of was Jack gently nudging me awake. We were about to enter New York City and he knew that I wouldn't have wanted to miss my first glimpse of this magical city. Somehow, I had managed to sleep right through all of the stops we had made along road. At some point, Jack had covered me with his coat. I was so lucky to have a man like this as my husband! I knew that he would always take care of me like I was his special angel.
As I was still coming out of my fog, Jack pointed out the window. "Look at that, Peg. Isn't that something!"
We both stared wide-eyed as we got our first glimpse of those magnificent skyscrapers. In Loon Lake the largest building in town was the First National Bank with its soaring three stories! Now we were actually looking at sights that we had only seen at the movies or in the newspaper. "Look", Jack said excitedly, "that must be the Empire State Building!"
My mouth just hung open in awe. How could anybody live in any building that big? The other passengers must have been very used to the vista passing outside the windows of the bus. Nobody else seemed to be gawking like a couple of country bumpkins like we were. I didn't care, though. I was in love and I was seeing things for the first time with my husband right beside me sharing each moment with me.
Before the bus even came to a stop, we were up and gathering our things. Our schedule called for us to spend one night in New York before boarding a train for the remainder of our journey and neither one of wanted to waste one second of our big chance to see the sights. As we climbed off of the bus I was immediately overwhelmed by the sheer number of people who were bustling about Grand Central Station. There I was, standing in that famous landmark that I had seen in countless films while people of all shapes, sizes, and colors hustled past.
Jack must have sensed my shock because he slipped his arm around me and joked, "I had better hold onto you. If we get separated, I may never find you again."
We waited impatiently for the attendants to retrieve our battered suitcases from the baggage compartment. Meanwhile my senses were assaulted with smells and the sounds of people speaking so many different languages. I was completely fascinated with a group of Chinese that were standing nearby. They were wearing brightly colored satin clothing and I strained to listen in as they spoke to each other in the strange, sing-songy tongue. This was the first time that I had ever seen a real oriental in the flesh. How I wished that everyone back home could see me now!
Jack gathered up our suitcases and I followed close behind him as he led the way out of the depot. We would be spending the night at the Grant Hotel which was less than half a block away. As we exited the terminal it seemed as if we had stepped out into some alien landscape. Huge buildings towered over us with enormous signs with advertisements for Wrigley Chewing Gum, Camel Cigarettes, and nearly any other products you'd ever imagined. There was one advertisement for Pepsi Cola that featured an oversized soda bottle that alone was bigger than any building we had back home in Loon Lake.
We made our way to the hotel, registered, and made our way up to our room. There was a funny moment after we arrived at our room when Jack asked me what I wanted to do first. "Whatever you would like to do, dear" I said.
Jack glanced at the bed and shyly said, "We could just lay down for a little bit if you're tired."
I certainly knew exactly what he had in mind and I wasn't fooled for even a minute about his apparent concern for my health and well being. "I'm not really tired at all," I told him," Want to go out and see the sights?"
I have to laugh even now after all these years! I swear to God that the look that flashed across Jack's face was not one of disappointment, but one of relief. I know that newlyweds are supposed to spend all of their time in exploring this new and wonderful world of the pleasures of the flesh, but it was evident that Jack was as excited as I was to drink in as much of The City as we possibly could.
I quickly freshened up and we were off! We made our way through the throngs of people towards Time Square. Along the way we passed by shops selling every imaginable item in the world. There were butcher shops with their offerings hanging right in the front window. There were restaurants with such exotic aromas emanating from them that they just made your mouth water. And everywhere was the constant noise of people shouting or hawking their wares.
I was so fascinated by all of these stores that we had never experienced before that I was surprised when Jack stopped all of a sudden and said excitedly, "There it is, Peg! Time Square!"
I stopped and gazed around me in awe. We were really there! We were really standing in the same place that had been the setting of more movies than I could ever count. It was dirty and noisy and crowded and I thought it was the most magnificent thing I had ever seen!
