Category Archives: Memories
A Tasteless, Yet Gratifying, Tale
Somewhere around my fifth year of college, I rediscovered my shyness. Inexplicably, I felt thirteen again. Awkward, unattractive, tongue-tied. I stopped dating. I forgot how to flirt. It was a phase. It lasted ten years. When I hit thirty, I figured it was time to do more than work and go to school. So I …
Drive-In
You know what I miss? I miss the Drive-In. Drive-Ins were such a weird invention. Some nut-case (actually his name was Hollingshead) way back in the twenties decided that it would be a great idea to sit in your car and watch a movie. It took about twenty years to perfect the screen and the sound… …
How I Almost Went To Hell
Back in the 80s, I spent about a year as the general manager of a Cable TV system. It was a small system in a little Connecticut town, but it was owned by one of the big giant cable operators. I’m sure you know the one, because they are The One. I had been a …
Scarfing Through The Years
Yeah, there’s another definition of scarfing, and I’ve certainly done my share of that through the years too. But this is about literal scarfing. My First Scarf: Back when I was dancing to Annette Funicello records, I had a little Annette scarf tied around my neck. I felt awkward with this scarf. It didn’t serve …
Shopping For Kielbasa
My last two blogs are ethnically connected. They are both rooted in New Britain, Connecticut. This is where my Polish grandparents lived, and where my doctor’s office is. When I was a little girl, my Babci used to take me down Broad Street to all the Polish shops. Lots of little markets, and no one speaking …
Riding In The Car With Daddy
When I was a kid, my father liked to take us all for a ride in the car. Gas was cheap then. We’d drive up to the airport and watch the planes take off. That was exciting in the fifties. None of us thought we would ever get in one. Sometimes we’d go out after …
My New Career
I love television. When I write about TV though, I mostly write about the old shows: The Mickey Mouse Club, Ed Sullivan, The Mod Squad. I’ve pretty much stayed away from today’s shows – mostly because I could never do them justice the way Speaker7 over at RamblingsandRumblings does. But I watched a show on …
How Funky Winkerbean Changed My Life
First, let me assure you that not all of my Life Philosophies are derived from the Sunday comics. That being said, I admit that Funky Winkerbean changed my life. Do you remember hapless Les back in the 70s? (By the way, I’ve never really understood the word ‘hapless’–why does poor Les have no hap?) Anyway, …
The Best Book I Ever Read
We haven’t had much snow this Winter (Autumn, however, was ridiculous). We had a little snow last weekend, and as I looked out over the slope of our backyard, I thought about sledding. And the image of sledding always reminds me of… Annette Funicello. When I was about ten, I became friends with a girl …
Now Let’s Recap
It’s been a few weeks since I last marveled (a sweet word for it, huh?) at the differences between my husband and me. As a kid, my husband did not watch a lot of TV. Not that he didn’t watch any – “Hopalong Cassidy” was his favorite show. He sported cowboy attire on a regular …
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