Monthly Archives: February 2013
The Jet Age Hits The Suburbs Pt II
Starting in the fall of 1958 the roar of jets could be heard streaking through the blue skies of my Long Island suburban neighborhood, screeching over split levels, supermarkets and elementary schools on a daily basis. In a flash, it
The Jet Age Hits The Suburbs Pt II
Starting in the fall of 1958 the roar of jets could be heard streaking through the blue skies of my Long Island suburban neighborhood, screeching over split levels, supermarkets and elementary schools on a daily basis. In a flash, it
The Jet Age Hits Suburbia
Morning Lift Off Intruding upon on our leisurely Sunday morning breakfast in the winter of 1958, the rude roar of the airplane passing overhead totally obliterated the happy snap, crackle and pop sound effects of my Rice Krispies. Distracted by
The Jet Age Hits Suburbia
Morning Lift Off Intruding upon on our leisurely Sunday morning breakfast in the winter of 1958, the rude roar of the airplane passing overhead totally obliterated the happy snap, crackle and pop sound effects of my Rice Krispies. Distracted by
Crazy for Cruises
Once upon a time, a cruise was a world of gaiety, comfort and relaxation such as no other form of travel provided. It was a rarefied world of glamour, hospitality and elegance. As the headline for this 1953 Cunard Lines
Crazy for Cruises
Once upon a time, a cruise was a world of gaiety, comfort and relaxation such as no other form of travel provided. It was a rarefied world of glamour, hospitality and elegance. As the headline for this 1953 Cunard Lines
To Canoodle or Not to Canoodle; A valentines Day Dilemma
In Post-War America, love was in the air. Along with Valentines Day’s hearts and flowers, came big dates, big dances, and king sized expectations in high schools and colleges all around the country. But even the smoothest post war gal
To Canoodle or Not to Canoodle; A valentines Day Dilemma
In Post-War America, love was in the air. Along with Valentines Day’s hearts and flowers, came big dates, big dances, and king sized expectations in high schools and colleges all around the country. But even the smoothest post war gal
Winter War Time Romance PTII
Moonlight Becomes You “The breathless night. The moon burning on its billion watt radiance. Multiplying mystery, quickening the pulse. Stirring up a suddenly sweet tumult. Heady stuff this. To look into his eyes and know that you were never lovelier.
Winter War Time Romance PTII
Moonlight Becomes You “The breathless night. The moon burning on its billion watt radiance. Multiplying mystery, quickening the pulse. Stirring up a suddenly sweet tumult. Heady stuff this. To look into his eyes and know that you were never lovelier.
A Winter War Time Romance
The winter of 1944 was a blustery one. ..but it would soon turn torrid. Christmas break, my 18-year-old college freshman mother Betty hopped on a Pullman, joining her family for a well needed vacation in balmy Miami Beach. The glow
A Winter War Time Romance
The winter of 1944 was a blustery one. ..but it would soon turn torrid. Christmas break, my 18-year-old college freshman mother Betty hopped on a Pullman, joining her family for a well needed vacation in balmy Miami Beach. The glow
Rosie The Riveter Goes to War
Like most gals during WWII, Rosie the Riveter was wacky for khaki. But Rosie didn’t just swoon for a man in a uniform; Rosie wanted to wear one herself! Like every Mrs. and Miss America, Rosie was doing her part
Rosie The Riveter Goes to War
Like most gals during WWII, Rosie the Riveter was wacky for khaki. But Rosie didn’t just swoon for a man in a uniform; Rosie wanted to wear one herself! Like every Mrs. and Miss America, Rosie was doing her part
Textile Temptresses
In the puritanical Post-War years before there was Playboy Magazine, red-blooded ex-GI’s could still get an eyeful of racy pin-up girls just by glancing through their favorite magazine. No, I’m not talking about Wink, Flirt, Eyeful or any of the
Textile Temptresses
In the puritanical Post-War years before there was Playboy Magazine, red-blooded ex-GI’s could still get an eyeful of racy pin-up girls just by glancing through their favorite magazine. No, I’m not talking about Wink, Flirt, Eyeful or any of the
How to Win the Big Football Game and the Girl
Touchdown Chasing the American Dream, Bill Bradley sure knew how to score on the football team. But when it came to scoring with the girls he was a big zero. Learn how our hero Bill tackled his girl problem and
How to Win the Big Football Game and the Girl
Touchdown Chasing the American Dream, Bill Bradley sure knew how to score on the football team. But when it came to scoring with the girls he was a big zero. Learn how our hero Bill tackled his girl problem and
Envisioning The American Dream 