Posts Tagged: FDR

Fireside chat FDR fire Trump

Fireside Chat or Fireside Lies

Happy Days are Here Again! I can’t wait to warm up the tubes of my massive Magnavox mahogany radio in anticipation of a Presidential fireside chat! I am ready to have my confidence restored, my spirits buoyed, and be reassured

Fireside chat FDR fire Trump

Fireside Chat or Fireside Lies

Happy Days are Here Again! I can’t wait to warm up the tubes of my massive Magnavox mahogany radio in anticipation of a Presidential fireside chat! I am ready to have my confidence restored, my spirits buoyed, and be reassured

Watching News of D Day

D Day on the Homefront

It was June 1944. It was wartime. While my father Marvin was spit-polishing his regulation army boots in the jungles of New Guinea, on the other side of the globe my teenage bobby soxer mother Betty polished up her saddles

Watching News of D Day

D Day on the Homefront

It was June 1944. It was wartime. While my father Marvin was spit-polishing his regulation army boots in the jungles of New Guinea, on the other side of the globe my teenage bobby soxer mother Betty polished up her saddles

Fast Food Fit For a King

The image of a gleeful Donald Trump serving up greasy fast food  on glittering silver platters to college football Champions in the splendor of the White House State Dining Room caused quite a social media stir. For some it was

Fast Food Fit For a King

The image of a gleeful Donald Trump serving up greasy fast food  on glittering silver platters to college football Champions in the splendor of the White House State Dining Room caused quite a social media stir. For some it was

vintage radio ad

Remembering Pearl Harbor

Worth remembering from the archives: December 7, 1941 Just as 9/11  is a marker for this current generation, and November 22 was for mine, Sunday  December 7, 1941 was a where-were-you-when-kind of day that was seared permanently in the memory

vintage radio ad

Remembering Pearl Harbor

Worth remembering from the archives: December 7, 1941 Just as 9/11  is a marker for this current generation, and November 22 was for mine, Sunday  December 7, 1941 was a where-were-you-when-kind of day that was seared permanently in the memory