By Anita Rothfeld, a member of Get Your WordsWorth
My life began and ended on a train.
It was August 1, 1943, a gorgeous summer day. I left the beach early because I had made an appointment with Aunt Labella to go to see “This is the Army” at Radio City Music Hall.
Just as I got to the platform of the Stillwell Ave. station, the train doors slammed shut. O dear.
The platform filled up. Suddenly, clearly, someone was whistling the lovely “Meadowland”
I turned to see a handsome soldier whistling away. Continue reading