Posts Tagged: vintage ads
Yesterday’s Tomorrows Today
While thousands of new products and technologies will be shown off at the annual Consumer Electronics Show 2020 getting underway this week, I take a look back at the future technological wonders we dreamed about for the post-war years. As
Yesterday’s Tomorrows Today
While thousands of new products and technologies will be shown off at the annual Consumer Electronics Show 2020 getting underway this week, I take a look back at the future technological wonders we dreamed about for the post-war years. As
All I Want For Hanukkah is a Christmas Tree
As Hanukkah approaches, I share a little secret. Like many American Jews, I secretly covet Christmas. Though taught in the Ten Commandments not to covet thy neighbor’s wife, there was no explicit directive to coveting thy neighbor’s holiday. Holiday cheer
All I Want For Hanukkah is a Christmas Tree
As Hanukkah approaches, I share a little secret. Like many American Jews, I secretly covet Christmas. Though taught in the Ten Commandments not to covet thy neighbor’s wife, there was no explicit directive to coveting thy neighbor’s holiday. Holiday cheer
Make America’s Toilets Great Again
Donald Trump’s passion for plumbing has not been equaled by another U.S. President since Richard Nixon and the plumbers. Finally, Trump has something else besides impeachment in common with our 37th president. Speculation mounts that his new fascination with plumbing
Make America’s Toilets Great Again
Donald Trump’s passion for plumbing has not been equaled by another U.S. President since Richard Nixon and the plumbers. Finally, Trump has something else besides impeachment in common with our 37th president. Speculation mounts that his new fascination with plumbing
Remembering Pearl Harbor December 7 1941
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 of the
Remembering Pearl Harbor December 7 1941
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 of the
I Dreamed I Was a Pilgim in My Carter Briefs
I Dreamed I was a Pilgim in my Carter Briefs. With equal portions of sheer silliness and questionable taste, this ad serves up a heaping helping of Thanksgiving cheer. Nothing comes between them and their turkey but a pair
I Dreamed I Was a Pilgim in My Carter Briefs
I Dreamed I was a Pilgim in my Carter Briefs. With equal portions of sheer silliness and questionable taste, this ad serves up a heaping helping of Thanksgiving cheer. Nothing comes between them and their turkey but a pair
Fake News Fake Democracy
If democracy dies in darkness, it should be no surprise that the Trump administration continues to dim the lights borne of truth. In a shady White House illuminated by the sinister glow of deception and lies, it is rich
Fake News Fake Democracy
If democracy dies in darkness, it should be no surprise that the Trump administration continues to dim the lights borne of truth. In a shady White House illuminated by the sinister glow of deception and lies, it is rich
Summer Season’s End
Bidding the Beach Club Goodbye Labor Day signaled the last call at my Grandmother’s 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
Summer Season’s End
Bidding the Beach Club Goodbye Labor Day signaled the last call at my Grandmother’s 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
Betty -a Bastille Day Jazz Age Baby
In 1926 while flaming youth roared and thousands mourned the death of Rudolph Valentino, my grandparents, Sadie and Arthur were overjoyed at the birth of their second daughter, Betty, my mother. A beloved Bastille Day baby, this jazz age
Betty -a Bastille Day Jazz Age Baby
In 1926 while flaming youth roared and thousands mourned the death of Rudolph Valentino, my grandparents, Sadie and Arthur were overjoyed at the birth of their second daughter, Betty, my mother. A beloved Bastille Day baby, this jazz age
The Deplorable Stain of the Detention Camps
There is a stench in America; a foul stain so deep on our country no amount of soap can wash it away. The noxious stink emanating from our southern border is less from the unsanitary camps holding these poor abused
The Deplorable Stain of the Detention Camps
There is a stench in America; a foul stain so deep on our country no amount of soap can wash it away. The noxious stink emanating from our southern border is less from the unsanitary camps holding these poor abused
Beauty Parlor Memories for Mothers Day
A Mothers Day without my own beloved mother means it’s a day of beloved mother memories. When I was a pre-schooler, I shadowed my mid-century mother everywhere she went. I was her Baba Looey to her Quick Draw McGraw, Boo
Beauty Parlor Memories for Mothers Day
A Mothers Day without my own beloved mother means it’s a day of beloved mother memories. When I was a pre-schooler, I shadowed my mid-century mother everywhere she went. I was her Baba Looey to her Quick Draw McGraw, Boo
