Late one night in the fall of 1957, I was twirling the dial around on my little transistor radio when suddenly I landed in the middle of a song that made me gasp. That beat! That guitar! That voice!
Continue readingI Wished I Was Peggy Sue
Late one night in the fall of 1957, I was twirling the dial around on my little transistor radio when suddenly I landed in the middle of a song that made me gasp. That beat! That guitar! That voice!
Continue readingBoo! Here’s another peek of my nostalgic Halloween look back!
“Magic Tom” was the stage name for a popular magician, mainly active in Montreal during the 1950s. I had a teensy encounter with him, once. It left me very cynical where “magic” is concerned. (Well, except for Ouija boards, which I talked about here!)
Winter got you down yet? Maybe you’d like “Camp Granada” better! 😄
This piece was first published January 29, 2018 at booksbywomen.org.,
OMG, how we used to look forward to that weekly goldmine!😄
Easy come, easy go…
…ICE CREAM! The most scrumptious summer treat by far, back in the mid 1950s (and now!).
My friend is gone.
Six years, or thereabouts – that’s what all these pics have in common.
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