Category Archives: Suburbia
Sizzling in the Sixties Suburban Sun
Nothing gave off the glow of good All American health than a deep dark tan, and mid-century teens competed for the fastest tan in the west. After all, our handsome, vigorous young President sported a glamorous tan and who in
Sizzling in the Sixties Suburban Sun
Nothing gave off the glow of good All American health than a deep dark tan, and mid-century teens competed for the fastest tan in the west. After all, our handsome, vigorous young President sported a glamorous tan and who in
July 4th Celebration Cold War Style
Truthfully, I would always remember my first July 4th. It was 1956. The cold war was frozen solid. Never were American dreams more potent or more seductive than in Cold War America when the USA stood united and confident in
July 4th Celebration Cold War Style
Truthfully, I would always remember my first July 4th. It was 1956. The cold war was frozen solid. Never were American dreams more potent or more seductive than in Cold War America when the USA stood united and confident in
Remembrance of July 4th Parades Past
With the acrid smell of firecrackers lingering in the hot summer air, mid-century memories of July 4th Parades past return. The 1950s American Dream made manifest, the annual Independence day parade was a sugar coated, kodachrome kaleidoscope of you’re
Remembrance of July 4th Parades Past
With the acrid smell of firecrackers lingering in the hot summer air, mid-century memories of July 4th Parades past return. The 1950s American Dream made manifest, the annual Independence day parade was a sugar coated, kodachrome kaleidoscope of you’re
July 4th Hot Diggety Dog
Gathering for the Family Backyard Barbecue-Vintage illustration McCall’s Magazine 1955 A summer staple at my 1960’s family barbeques was the ritual hot dog competition not in competitive eating but dissecting who made the best toothsome well turned frank. The
July 4th Hot Diggety Dog
Gathering for the Family Backyard Barbecue-Vintage illustration McCall’s Magazine 1955 A summer staple at my 1960’s family barbeques was the ritual hot dog competition not in competitive eating but dissecting who made the best toothsome well turned frank. The
Ding, Dong… Avon Calling Pt II
Avon may be a coveted account on AMC’s Mad Men, but for many mid-century housewives, Avon was a coveted career. By the early 1960s Dawn Logan our neighborhood Avon Lady, was living out the ring-a-ding ding-American Dream. With her Irish
Ding, Dong… Avon Calling Pt II
Avon may be a coveted account on AMC’s Mad Men, but for many mid-century housewives, Avon was a coveted career. By the early 1960s Dawn Logan our neighborhood Avon Lady, was living out the ring-a-ding ding-American Dream. With her Irish
Ding Dong…Avon Calling
The lyrical sound of Ding Dong… Avon Calling was music to my mid-century mother’s ears. My father may have said he wanted to be a hands on kinda Dad but it was my Mother who had her hands filled especially
Ding Dong…Avon Calling
The lyrical sound of Ding Dong… Avon Calling was music to my mid-century mother’s ears. My father may have said he wanted to be a hands on kinda Dad but it was my Mother who had her hands filled especially
Ladies and Lawns
The silent spring morning of my suburban childhood were broken by the sounds not of birds chirping but of a symphony of puttering gas lawn mowers synchronized all over the neighborhood. The air would permeate of fresh-cut grass, gasoline and
Ladies and Lawns
The silent spring morning of my suburban childhood were broken by the sounds not of birds chirping but of a symphony of puttering gas lawn mowers synchronized all over the neighborhood. The air would permeate of fresh-cut grass, gasoline and
On the Front Lines With Coca Cola Pt. 1
During WWII the boys overseas were fighting for Mom, apple pie and a bottle of Coke. Coca Cola, as much a part of the American Dream as a white picket fence and baseball, has symbolized the American way of life,
On the Front Lines With Coca Cola Pt. 1
During WWII the boys overseas were fighting for Mom, apple pie and a bottle of Coke. Coca Cola, as much a part of the American Dream as a white picket fence and baseball, has symbolized the American way of life,
A Mothers Day Of Beauty
As a young child in the late 1950’s, I shadowed my mother everywhere she went. I was her Baba Looey to her Quick Draw McGraw, Boo Boo to her Yogi Bear, Tonto to her Lone Ranger.Within her sphere of influence
A Mothers Day Of Beauty
As a young child in the late 1950’s, I shadowed my mother everywhere she went. I was her Baba Looey to her Quick Draw McGraw, Boo Boo to her Yogi Bear, Tonto to her Lone Ranger.Within her sphere of influence
Whitman’s and Mothers Day
My sweet Grandmother had a sweet tooth. Whether Bartons, Barricini, or Lofts, chocolate was the common currency of celebration. But Mothers Day meant only one thing- a Whitman’s Sampler. Through the years, that gift of chocolate has become more closely
Whitman’s and Mothers Day
My sweet Grandmother had a sweet tooth. Whether Bartons, Barricini, or Lofts, chocolate was the common currency of celebration. But Mothers Day meant only one thing- a Whitman’s Sampler. Through the years, that gift of chocolate has become more closely
Envisioning The American Dream 