Category Archives: baby boomers
Dreaming of a White Christmas
From the Christmas Vault: 50 Shades of Santa The great debate recently about the color of Santa makes me wonder- if that all-time Christmas classic “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas” could be written by Irving Berlin, a Jew, who’s
Dreaming of a White Christmas
From the Christmas Vault: 50 Shades of Santa The great debate recently about the color of Santa makes me wonder- if that all-time Christmas classic “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas” could be written by Irving Berlin, a Jew, who’s
Tinsel -Toxic Glow Of Christmas Past
Tinsel is making a big comeback this Christmas, but it never really left. Literally. Ghosts of Christmas Past seem to appear in the most unlikely places. While recently sorting through some dusty old Buster Brown shoe boxes filled with fading
Tinsel -Toxic Glow Of Christmas Past
Tinsel is making a big comeback this Christmas, but it never really left. Literally. Ghosts of Christmas Past seem to appear in the most unlikely places. While recently sorting through some dusty old Buster Brown shoe boxes filled with fading
A Hunter’s Christmas
65 years ago the most wished-for Christmas gift for this Jewish, 3-year-old suburban girl was a hunting rifle. Not just any rifle, but a gen-u-ine- Roy Rogers rifle, perfect for hunting pretend bears in my post-war suburban development. This
A Hunter’s Christmas
65 years ago the most wished-for Christmas gift for this Jewish, 3-year-old suburban girl was a hunting rifle. Not just any rifle, but a gen-u-ine- Roy Rogers rifle, perfect for hunting pretend bears in my post-war suburban development. This
Hoping For A Hanukkah Miracle
The first night of Hanukkah is always special. It was 1959 when I lit my very first Hanukkah candle all by myself. At four years old, I was deemed old enough to hold the tapered lit candle in my hand,
Hoping For A Hanukkah Miracle
The first night of Hanukkah is always special. It was 1959 when I lit my very first Hanukkah candle all by myself. At four years old, I was deemed old enough to hold the tapered lit candle in my hand,
Norman Lear -Those Were the Days
Where were you on the night of January 12, 1971? Specifically at 9:30 pm EST. You may be scratching your head at what seems like an obscure date, but if you are a certain age, that chilly Tuesday night changed
Norman Lear -Those Were the Days
Where were you on the night of January 12, 1971? Specifically at 9:30 pm EST. You may be scratching your head at what seems like an obscure date, but if you are a certain age, that chilly Tuesday night changed
Sixty Years Ago November 22, 1963 An Ordinary Day Turned Extraordinary
Friday, November 22, 1963, began as ordinarily as any other school day. That crisp N.Y. fall morning gave no indication that 60 years later it would be one burned into my consciousness. By afternoon, life in our country would never
Sixty Years Ago November 22, 1963 An Ordinary Day Turned Extraordinary
Friday, November 22, 1963, began as ordinarily as any other school day. That crisp N.Y. fall morning gave no indication that 60 years later it would be one burned into my consciousness. By afternoon, life in our country would never
At Home With Pee Wee Herman
Pee Wee Herman, forever enshrined in popular culture, was until recently forever enshrined in my home. The quirky and loveable man-child kept me company for decades. Long after his beloved Saturday morning TV show went off the air, Pee Wee
At Home With Pee Wee Herman
Pee Wee Herman, forever enshrined in popular culture, was until recently forever enshrined in my home. The quirky and loveable man-child kept me company for decades. Long after his beloved Saturday morning TV show went off the air, Pee Wee
Barbie and the Bomb
While other girls my age coveted a Barbie Dream House in 1962, I longed for a home fallout shelter. It was the great disappointment of my mid-century childhood that my New York family never had one. The truth is Barbie’s
Barbie and the Bomb
While other girls my age coveted a Barbie Dream House in 1962, I longed for a home fallout shelter. It was the great disappointment of my mid-century childhood that my New York family never had one. The truth is Barbie’s
Before There Was Barbenheimer
When it comes to Barbenheimer this girl was way ahead of the curve by almost 40 years. As the anticipation of the release of Barbie and Oppenheimer these 2 seemingly diametrically opposed film genres excitement has built to a fever
Before There Was Barbenheimer
When it comes to Barbenheimer this girl was way ahead of the curve by almost 40 years. As the anticipation of the release of Barbie and Oppenheimer these 2 seemingly diametrically opposed film genres excitement has built to a fever
The Spirit Of Bastille Day
As many of you know when I was a little girl I was a little boy. From the tender age of three until about seven, I was known in my family as “Pierre the Artist” who lived in Paris It’s
The Spirit Of Bastille Day
As many of you know when I was a little girl I was a little boy. From the tender age of three until about seven, I was known in my family as “Pierre the Artist” who lived in Paris It’s
Envisioning The American Dream 