I can't remember where I picked up the vintage Flexible Flyer Airline Junior sled — some antique shop's all I know; but I have vivid memories of where the Airflyte ice skates came from. I still remember the thrill of finding them nestled neatly in paper when I lifted the lid of the box one 1970s Christmas morning — a perfect gift from my parents.
The skates are tied up with red grosgrain ribbon now; but back then, I tied big, puffy blue and gold pompoms tightly onto the laces as did every proud Brentwood Spartan. School colors flashed on skates at South Park's outdoor rink every Saturday night, and matching letterman’s jackets announced each kid's achievement. Mine? CHEERLEADER.
My skates, now rusty, get draped over the Flyer to decorate the front porch every Christmas; but my memories of those wonderful winter nights circling around the rink are as sharp as ever. Is that a Lip Smacker Dr. Pepper Lip Gloss I smell?
What a wonderful narrative to complement your capture! I really wanted to learn to ice skate (I was ok on roller skates, but could never master ice skating). And I could have guessed your achievement as a cheerleader - your positive attitude is reflected in all your 365 comments!
I love your narrative for this photo - what wonderful memories they bring. Skating was almost as much fun as skiing for me (but skiing won out) but they certainly are attached to happy days
