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Betty -a Bastille Day Jazz Age Baby
In 1926 while flaming youth roared and thousands mourned the death of Rudolph Valentino, my grandparents, Sadie and Arthur were overjoyed at the birth of their second daughter, Betty, my mother. A beloved Bastille Day baby, this jazz age
Betty -a Bastille Day Jazz Age Baby
In 1926 while flaming youth roared and thousands mourned the death of Rudolph Valentino, my grandparents, Sadie and Arthur were overjoyed at the birth of their second daughter, Betty, my mother. A beloved Bastille Day baby, this jazz age
A World Without Mad
What Me Worry? I am MAD. After 67 years MAD Magazine will cease publishing this fall. It will no longer be found on newsstands but sold via subscription. There will be no new material, just “best of content” and end
A World Without Mad
What Me Worry? I am MAD. After 67 years MAD Magazine will cease publishing this fall. It will no longer be found on newsstands but sold via subscription. There will be no new material, just “best of content” and end
Gloria Vanderbilt -Blue Jeans Fit For the Masses
Gloria Vanderbilt, the socialite to the manor born, promised to give the 99% “the million dollar look.” Imagine, dressing like a Vanderbilt! Once upon a time, but not that long ago, a regular gal could be dressed head to toe
Gloria Vanderbilt -Blue Jeans Fit For the Masses
Gloria Vanderbilt, the socialite to the manor born, promised to give the 99% “the million dollar look.” Imagine, dressing like a Vanderbilt! Once upon a time, but not that long ago, a regular gal could be dressed head to toe
Beauty Parlor Memories for Mothers Day
A Mothers Day without my own beloved mother means it’s a day of beloved mother memories. When I was a pre-schooler, I shadowed my mid-century mother everywhere she went. I was her Baba Looey to her Quick Draw McGraw, Boo
Beauty Parlor Memories for Mothers Day
A Mothers Day without my own beloved mother means it’s a day of beloved mother memories. When I was a pre-schooler, I shadowed my mid-century mother everywhere she went. I was her Baba Looey to her Quick Draw McGraw, Boo
Kate Smith’s America
It was the 1930’s. While a rotund and darn proud of it Kate Smith was belting out “God Bless America” causing a lump to form in our throats, and our antiseptic kitchens were tastefully adorned with ceramic mammy and pappy
Kate Smith’s America
It was the 1930’s. While a rotund and darn proud of it Kate Smith was belting out “God Bless America” causing a lump to form in our throats, and our antiseptic kitchens were tastefully adorned with ceramic mammy and pappy
