When I first met Myron , he told me a story, as he was and remains apt to do. He told me a wonderful story of riding the carousel at Coney Island with his Grandfather. The story went something like this:
His grandfather would take him to the old wooden carousel for a ride. They would hold onto the horses and ride the carousel around and around. Myron was perhaps 5 years old at the time. In those days, the carousel hung rings to snatch as you revolved and on the last revolution a brass ring would be suspended and the one rider who could capture the brass ring would get a free ride. The carousel was a pretty big ride for such a little kid and holding onto the horse and not falling off as it went up and down was no small feat for Myron. But his rather short grandfather, who was also on a horse, would stretch to the limit of his frame to attempt to reach the brass ring. Such daring would frighten little Myron for fear his grandfather
would fall of the horse. But when the ride was done, and his grandfather had failed to capture the brass ring, Myron would ask why his grandfather would do such a dangerous thing. His reply was always thus: " Life is like a carousel and you only get one chance at it. You have to try with all your might to make it worth the ride."The story remained with Myron and influenced his decisions in his life. I have always followed a similar philosophy. Around 3 years ago, Myron took me to Coney Island so we could ride the same carousel, but the carousel had been recently dismantled and sent to Disneyworld. So today, I took Myron to a 1902 Denzel wooden carousel that is in Burlington, NC. Though it didn't offer any brass rings, it provided us with the joy in riding a carousel and the paths of life.
I hope you like our pictures.
Love
Anna and Myron
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