Wow, I haven't seen a Farrell's since they tore the one in my neighbourhood down back in the 70's. I always wanted a birthday celebration there because the guys would come out with their big drum and make all sorts of noise at the table and sing their birthday song thing. Much fun for a 10 year old, I must say.
I remember the party we had at Farrell's for your 4th birthday when we lived on Anza Avenue in Torrance. You had been begging to have your party there. All the neighborhood children were invited. Everything was planned and the invitations were sent. Everyone agreed to come.
Unfortunately, the morning of the party, you woke up wheezing, and had a 101 fever. And even though you were sick, because you were so excited about going to Farrell’s for your party that afternoon, that we decided go ahead with the plans nonetheless.
I remember silently fretting that you wouldn’t enjoy it very much because you were not feeling well, and that it was not the best idea to take you out when you were sick, but….
You didn’t eat anything when we got there and were pretty listless during the meal. I remember being concerned that we had made the wrong decision.
However, when the wait staff put you up on the chair, you puffed out your little wheezing chest, put one hand on a hip, and smiled for the crowd as everyone sang “Happy Birthday.” It was obvious then, that that moment alone made the whole thing worth it.
We have a photo of the moment somewhere. It shows you wearing a striped long sleeved shirt and bell bottomed trousers. Your face was pale witt with the rosy cheeks used to get when you were sick. But there you stood, your right hand resting on your right hip, little chest all puffed up with importance…
I have thought of that day many times over the years and always wondered if we did the right thing by not postponing the event. Funny how I can remember the details of that day so vividly, but can’t seem to remember I what I ate for dinner yesterday. Weird.