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tie one." (Remember, we're on Fifth Avenue, New York City, not in hometown, USA.) In Lord and Taylor--my favorite store--while I tried on a dress, Laura took off her shoes and socks. She explained Simply, "My feet are tired." The sales ladies, who had given her pencil and paper to amuse herself. while I looked, just about cracked up. I simply picked up her shoes and socks and put them in my handbag as I explained confidentially to one lady, "We're from West Virginia, so if she wants to go barefoot that's okay, and, anyway, her feet probably are tired." We took a taxi back to the hotel, where Aunt Josie was waiting for us. I had thought we would take in the show at Â·Radio City that evening, but my aunt thought it would be better to go to an early daytime showing so Laura would enjoy it more. We decided to go along with her suggestion. The three of us chattered for a Awhile over dinner from the hotel coffee shop. Then we took a stroll back to the Time and Life Building just to sit on the wall and watch the fountain which now was lighted in varying colors and to watch the people, who were there to watch other people. I really had to work at it to get Laura out of bed around 11:30 the next morning. We had breakfast in the coffee shop and walked over to Radio City. "Butterflies Are Free" starring Goldie Hawn was showing. We missed the first part of the movie, which was all right since our main concern was for Laura to see the "dancing girls." It was during the movie t h a t w e e n c o u n t e r e d rudeness for the first and only time. We were in reserved mezzanine seats (tickets, if you're interested, were $3 each) and Laura had a question or two (maybe three) about Goldie Hawn's activities. When she asked me in a soft-almost-three- year-old voice, a man (an obviously unhappy man), about three rows up turned around and said, "Would you please keep the kid quiet?" I explained (in a whisper) to my daughter that she would have to be very quiet and she was. The "dancing girls" part of the show featured an underwater ballet which was beautiful and colorful and a Hawaiian holiday sequence. We enjoyed the show very much. We spent the rest of the day walking, looking, shopping and stopping for lunch. Laura spotted the man with the Italian ice cart. For a quarter I got a Dixie cup full of bright red cherry-flavored ice. You don't get a spoon when you buy ice. You just eat it from the cup, Laura had on a pale blue dress which soon was stained red as was her face from ear to ear. But I didn't mind I decided it was just another experience, and it was absolutely a m a z i n g the number of people who took time to notice her and comment on how good the ice must be. We weren't very hungry that evening, so we just had snacks in the hotel room and p l a n n e d the next day. We arose and had a long leisurely breakfast at the pancake shop across the street from the hotel. Then we walked down to Times Square just for the excitement of it all. We looked in the shop windows and f o u n d a deck of round playing cards which Laura bought to bring to Mipa (her grandfather) and we found a curvacious Barbie-type doll in a bathing suit with a ribbon which read New York City. Laura wanted and got the doll. We got back to the hotel and checked out. Laura said good-bye to several people in the lobby. In her short stay she had got to know a few of the lobby regulars.Infact.one day when we left the hotel, a lady, called out to ask her where her straw hat was. We had reservations on the 3:30 p.m. Metroliner back to Washington. Aunt Josie (who had moved into the hotel Tor our stay there) went with us to the train station. We arrived at Union Station in Washington at 6:30 p.m. and went to the apartment of friends. li was at 5:30 p.m. Saturday that \ve boarded the west-bound Amtrak in Washington. We waited until about 7:45 p.m. to go to the diner for dinner. Laura loves fish and chips. The menu included filet of sole, which I ordered for her. French fries, fresh green peas, salad with a choice of dressing and bread and butter came with the dinner, which was delicious and cost only $2.20. Laura fell asleep shortly after dinner, but she was wide awake at midnight so we looked at books and talked softly since other passengers were sleeping. We arrived in Charleston shortly after 5 a.m. The train was about .two hours late but we didn't even know it. I hadn't bothered to look at my watch. I-aura's daddy and her dog were waiting for us. We got in the car and started up the hill, the last leg of our exciting journey--when all of a sudden, you'll never believe t h i s , the car s t o p p e d dead--out of-gas. You can travel all that way on an old train with no problem, .then get into a new modern ar and it's out of gas. We were able to park the car at the point where Myrtle and Bridge roads come together. The funniest sight of all was a man, a woman, a child and a dog lugging two shopping bags, a tote bag and a piece of American Tourister the rest of the way home. Manhattan"* Central Park is a preen OHMS on an ilaml of rock, steel a n i l ronrrrle. r i Love is a simple thing. STATE MAGAZINE, Sept. 10,1972 A bag of meal from a pioneer mill, and a bright, brave quilt made the old-fashioned way, by hand. An afternoon on horseback. Caverns as old as time. Apple cider. Beaches still summer warm. And Blue Ridge Mountains turned overnight to crimson and gold. Virginia in the fall is a world still filled with all those simple pleasures you loved once--and somehow forgot. Come. For free 30-page color vacation guide and brochures on your special travel interests, visit, write or call Virginia State Travel Service: Dept. 100, Richmond 2-3219, 911E. Broad St., phone 1703) 770-4484. Virginia is for lovers Â· Â·Â·Â·Â·Â·Â·Â·Â·Â·Â·mBlBiHIBHl M M Â·Â§Â·Â§Â·Â· CHARLESTON, W.VA.