Category: growing up in the 1950’s.

The Blouse

ONe fine day, as if out of nowhere, when I was about 9 or 10ish, there appeared in my closet a most exotic looking blouse. It caused the other blouses, hanging silently, to suddenly lose their self confidence in their own ability to attract… Continue Reading “The Blouse”

The Downfall of the Bright Red Petticoat

I can see it still as if it’s hanging in my closet.  The cherry red taffeta petticoat, trimmed with narrow black lace at the hem and hips.  The single button at the waist.  The way the petticoat  made my princess styled dress stand out… Continue Reading “The Downfall of the Bright Red Petticoat”

Ah yes, I Remember it Well

Most of us have more time on our hands now than we’ve had in a long time.  My mind has enjoyed a few trips down Memory Lane.  It might be out of boredom or just what aging minds like to do when there’s nothing… Continue Reading “Ah yes, I Remember it Well”

The Summer That Wasn’t

Let’s face it.  This is not like any other summer I’ve known. For you either, I suspect.  It doesn’t have that carefree summer feel at all.  There’s a deadly killer lurking. If I just look out my bedroom window it looks ok, but that’s… Continue Reading “The Summer That Wasn’t”

The Age of Innocence

  From out of nowhere, an old friend emailed me an old photo he had from 1955 of the two of us making out together.  I easily remembered the drill.  A group of us would meet up at a friend’s house, gathering on an… Continue Reading “The Age of Innocence”

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