Soaring Through the World

Monday, June 11, 2012

A Photo a Day: My Daily Sustenance, Day 163

I am turning into my dad whereas almost everything I see or hear leads to a memory embedded in my brain from yore.  I look at this shot I took and I see a scene of when I was age of 6 and up.  I took tap and ballet lessons at Van's Dance Studio which was located on the second floor above Spot Lunch and Cigar.  I also remember riding on a trolley car with my uncle.  In those days, there was a track for it in the middle of the street.
Back to the present...I like looking at the trolley; I like the colors. And I appreciate the clang of the bell to let potential passengers know that it's ready for loading.

4 comments:

Wayne (Woody), whatever said...

I love trolley's, especially the old ones they still run in Philly.

Gerber Daisy and Gerbera are the same thing, I guess Gerbera sounds fancier.

Librarian said...

It's bound to be that way with memories, isn't it, the older we get! I am 44 and while of course there are still many, many new impressions making their way to my mind, they, too, will be turned into memories some day.

GB said...

Is a trolley an electric bus? In the UK we had (may still have) them but they ran off overhead wires.

Scrappy Grams said...

This trolley is like a bus, not the electric kind on wires.