Posts Tagged: storytelling
Remembrance of New Years Eve Past Pt II
New Years Eve Party The countdown to my parents 1959 New Years Eve party had begun. On the cusp of the space age my parents prepared for a new years Eve Party that would send them soaring into the world
Remembrance of New Years Eve Past Pt II
New Years Eve Party The countdown to my parents 1959 New Years Eve party had begun. On the cusp of the space age my parents prepared for a new years Eve Party that would send them soaring into the world
Remembrance of New Years Eve Past Pt II
New Years Eve Party The countdown to my parents 1959 New Years Eve party had begun. On the cusp of the space age my parents prepared for a new years Eve Party that would send them soaring into the world
Remembrance of New Years Eve Past Pt II
New Years Eve Party The countdown to my parents 1959 New Years Eve party had begun. On the cusp of the space age my parents prepared for a new years Eve Party that would send them soaring into the world
Remembrance of New Years Eve Past Pt I
Back to the Future It was a freezing finish to the fifties, that last day in December of 1959, and the exciting “World of Tomorrow” 1960 was less than twenty-four hours away. The far-off world that had captivated my parents
Remembrance of New Years Eve Past Pt I
Back to the Future It was a freezing finish to the fifties, that last day in December of 1959, and the exciting “World of Tomorrow” 1960 was less than twenty-four hours away. The far-off world that had captivated my parents
Suburban Gun Slingers
Mid-Century suburbia was overrun with pint size gunslingers. After all, toy guns protected cowpokes on the dangerous back yard plains. Ricocheting bullets, exploding grenades and caps firing were the soundtrack to the suburbs of my youth. No gift was more
Suburban Gun Slingers
Mid-Century suburbia was overrun with pint size gunslingers. After all, toy guns protected cowpokes on the dangerous back yard plains. Ricocheting bullets, exploding grenades and caps firing were the soundtrack to the suburbs of my youth. No gift was more
Envisioning The American Dream 