This is the last in a series of 10 stories commemorating the 1964-65 World’s Fair at Flushing Meadows. This time we let our readers tell their remembrances.
“I must have gone every week. We lived so close. My favorite was and still is ‘It’s a Small World.’ I used to sing the song all the time to tease my niece and nephew because I can’t carry a tune.” — Jeanette Foletar, Middle Village.