Memories of WNEW Channel 5 – New York
Who needed cable? We had everything; the best television-watching ever. The way it was…some nostalgia for you.
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Nostalgia: Long Island America’s 1950’s Frontier: An Exhibition at The Long Island Museum
423. Friday Fixations: On mothers, cats, books, and Loretta Young
Some of the great people I am connected to have asked how things are going, so here is a synopsis. And a warm thank you to my Multiply mavens who have been kind and generous in comments and personal messages. I may never meet you in person, but your spirits are real and uplifting. Some thoughts: Mom: I took out this photo and thought: Would this lovely young woman ever imagine whether she would live to be ninety-one years of age? She is now as good as ever, no live-in help. Loves her new place in the assisted living. I … Continue reading →
190. Friday Fluff: The Rootie Kazootie Club
You’re a Baby Boomer if you remember Rootie, Poison Sumac, and Polka Dottie… Rootie Kazootie was a 1954 children’s television show. Somehow my mother got tickets to the live show, enough for me and my neighbor, a fellow first grader. We seemed to be pressed for time; I remember piling into a taxi with my friend and our mothers. It was a rainy evening, but nobody wanted to miss Rootie. We were seated with a bunch of kids and given a box of cereal–good advertising by the show’s sponsor. A clown came on and scared the hell out of me;I … Continue reading →
197. Friday Fluff: Nostalgia: When Life Was in Black and White
202. Friday Fluff : Nostalgia
More nostalgia. Have fun! Do you remember these? CommentsChronological Reverse Threaded editdeletereply lauritasita wrote on Apr 11, ’08, edited on Apr 11, ’08 How’s this for synchronicity: http://lauritasita.multiply.com/journal/item/586/Friday_Fluff_The_Dummy_ reply vickieann wrote on Apr 11, ’08 I remember some….thanks for this! reply twicem wrote on Apr 11, ’08 Eeks….yes I do remember these… reply philsgal7759 wrote on Apr 12, ’08 ooooooooo now I feel younger since most of this is before my time reply sanssouciblogs wrote on Apr 12, ’08 philsgal7759 said ooooooooo now I feel younger since most of this is before my time Quiet, you, you, … Continue reading →
270. Travel Part 3: So Vat’s Nu, dahlink? Yiddish, anyvun?
Day 2 at the National Yiddish Book Center: Funny Jewish Women >>So go here already! But don’t forget, there are more trip things before this! >>Go here! Part 1 >>Now go here! Part 2 So DO it already!!! Now for some delightful memories. 1. Episodes of the 1950’s series, “The Goldbergs,” featuring Gertrude Berg. I was able to find a comparable video for you to enjoy. From my childhood, I can still hear Gertrude Berg yell out the window (vinder) to her neighbor, “Yoo hoo, Mrs. Bloom! Get S.O.S.! I’m tellink you, with more soap it’s loaded!” 2. Here … Continue reading →
30. It’s Automatic: NY Phenomenon: Fun Fast Food
One of my fondest memories of growing up on East 14th Street in Manhattan was the Horn & Hardart, Automat, near Union Square. My mother would take me on the Avenue B bus for a 10 minute ride, and the excitement would build. We’d often go shopping first at S. Klein on the Square, where one could find bargains galore; great stuff and everything at low prices. After some heavy shopping, we’d round the corner and pop into the Automat. It was a chain that started in Philadelphia by Joseph Horn and Frank Hardart, and became most popular in New … Continue reading →
33. Whole Foods: Whatcha See Is Whatcha Get
While walking down the produce aisle at the Whole Foods Market, (a food store that specializes in supposedly healthier food, some organic, and decidedly higher priced than regular food stores) my Cerebral Jukebox honed in on soul music playing in the background, Whatcha See Is Whatcha Get. I was happy. I felt like dancing. I flirted with the produce guy over a bunch or cilantro, I boogied over to the radishes. I looked at faces staring intently at the ears of corn and white peaches. No one else was on planet 60’s with me. I decided to make gazpacho. I … Continue reading →
20. In Labor with Lassie
It feels like I have been running and spinning since May; a full 4 months since picking the prodigal son up from college with his truck load of boxes and dirty laundry, until this weekend when we returned him to school his last year with a truckload of boxes and soon to be dirty laundry.It’s Labor Day, a day of rest for the worker who resumes his or her life of stress tomorrow, behind a desk, in an office, at a hospital, in front of a computer or a classroom, washing floors in an airport, slinging hash at a diner, … Continue reading →
194. Poetry reading: (Part 2) Soldier Boy
It’s the summer of 1960, and your new transistor radio is in your hand. ***** **** It would be helpful to read the introduction in the preceding blog before reading the poem. Part 1 Soldier Boy ©2/4/08 by the author, all rights reserved **** The transistor radio was ready with fresh batteries; I got it in 1960 when I graduated from P.S. 61. My dad brought it home; it was red and had a brown leather case, there was a cut out on the side to access the knob to tune the dial. Then the stick marker … Continue reading →