Posts Tagged: nostalgia
A Mid Century Send Off
My mid-century home is fading fast. Right now strangers and bottom feeders are traipsing thru my parent’s suburban house picking over the remains of a family’s long life hoping to score a deal at a tag sale. It is the
A Mid Century Send Off
My mid-century home is fading fast. Right now strangers and bottom feeders are traipsing thru my parent’s suburban house picking over the remains of a family’s long life hoping to score a deal at a tag sale. It is the
Stumping On The Kindergarten Campaign Trail 1960
In the crisp fall of 1960 as presidential hopeful Senator John Kennedy beckoned us into a New Frontier I would be embarking onto my own new frontier – Kindergarten. This New Frontier of 1960 that stood in front of me,
Stumping On The Kindergarten Campaign Trail 1960
In the crisp fall of 1960 as presidential hopeful Senator John Kennedy beckoned us into a New Frontier I would be embarking onto my own new frontier – Kindergarten. This New Frontier of 1960 that stood in front of me,
Hot Dogs Cold War
Hot dogs, that very symbol of culinary democracy took on a special meaning during the cold war, especially in the summer of 1961. The fate of Nathans Hot Dogs hung in the balance. Barbecue Brigade Summer barbecues were a family
Hot Dogs Cold War
Hot dogs, that very symbol of culinary democracy took on a special meaning during the cold war, especially in the summer of 1961. The fate of Nathans Hot Dogs hung in the balance. Barbecue Brigade Summer barbecues were a family
Atomic Passion – The Utterly Unauthorized Story of My Conception
It was spring 1954. While the Cold War was frozen solid, thanks to a temporary thaw in my parents own chilly clashes, I would be conceived on a sweltering hot night that June. The year had started with a
Atomic Passion – The Utterly Unauthorized Story of My Conception
It was spring 1954. While the Cold War was frozen solid, thanks to a temporary thaw in my parents own chilly clashes, I would be conceived on a sweltering hot night that June. The year had started with a
Mr. Peanut’s Nutty History of the U.S. Presidents
It may sound nutty, but everything I first learned about our presidents, I acquired from Mr. Peanut. In the 1950’s, that dandy of a nut nattily dressed in a top hat and monocle had published a fun-filled coloring book about
Mr. Peanut’s Nutty History of the U.S. Presidents
It may sound nutty, but everything I first learned about our presidents, I acquired from Mr. Peanut. In the 1950’s, that dandy of a nut nattily dressed in a top hat and monocle had published a fun-filled coloring book about
Cold War Halloween
On most mid-century days, the suburban streets of my childhood were filled by a legion of door to door salesmen trafficking in fantasy. The pavement belonged to this endless parade of post war peddlers, their sample cases bulging with promises
Cold War Halloween
On most mid-century days, the suburban streets of my childhood were filled by a legion of door to door salesmen trafficking in fantasy. The pavement belonged to this endless parade of post war peddlers, their sample cases bulging with promises
Remembering The World Trade Center
News of the 9/11 tragedy found its way to me through the antiquated airwaves of a vintage Bakelite radio. Only days before, I had moved from the New York I loved to one of its leafy suburbs. Without cable or
Remembering The World Trade Center
News of the 9/11 tragedy found its way to me through the antiquated airwaves of a vintage Bakelite radio. Only days before, I had moved from the New York I loved to one of its leafy suburbs. Without cable or
Say it Ain’t So….So Long Summer
Bidding the Beach Club Goodbye Labor Day signaled the last call at my Grandmothers Long Island beach club. Just as white shoes would make their final appearance of the season, so it was time to bid the sandy white beach
Say it Ain’t So….So Long Summer
Bidding the Beach Club Goodbye Labor Day signaled the last call at my Grandmothers Long Island beach club. Just as white shoes would make their final appearance of the season, so it was time to bid the sandy white beach
The Scents, Sounds and Flies of Summer
The scents and sounds of my 1960s childhood summers at my grandmothers beach club would sizzle together creating the perfect summer cocktail. Along with the rhythmic sounds of the ocean waves breaking on the beach, and the staccato click, clack,
The Scents, Sounds and Flies of Summer
The scents and sounds of my 1960s childhood summers at my grandmothers beach club would sizzle together creating the perfect summer cocktail. Along with the rhythmic sounds of the ocean waves breaking on the beach, and the staccato click, clack,
I Love a July Fourth Parade
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 a grand
I Love a July Fourth Parade
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 a grand
Envisioning The American Dream 