It was television that triggered the explosion in sales of men’s fragrances. Before TV, there were a handful of scents on the market – Mennen, Pinaud Clubman, Williams After Shave and a couple of others. But in the late 50s and 60s people – especially men people – would buy most anything that was advertised. And we Boomers bought a pile of fragrances. Let’s go back and see. Old Spice had been … [Read more...]
Packing Lunch
Recently, I heard about the “Dos and Don’ts” of school lunches these days - especially lunches sent from home. Apparently, the modern Lunch Nazis now rifle through each Spiderman lunchbox or brown paper bag to approve or disapprove of what children can eat. Donuts are definite “no-no’s and so are Oreo cookies. When I was a kid, you only got an Oreo cookie if you’d behaved yourself the day before. … [Read more...]
A Visit to the Principal’s Office
Report to the principal’s office! For young Boomers, those words were the equivalent of “Uncle Sam really wants you!†Or “Is it contagious?†An invitation to the principal’s office in the 1950’s and 60’s was not for discussing world events or even for a chat about your future pursuit of higher education. It was not to find out your thoughts on the Homecoming Dance, … [Read more...]
Hand-Me-Down’s and Madras Shirts
Not many Boomers were able to avoid the scourge of hand-me-down’s, those clothes and shoes passed down from older brothers or sisters, or from one family to another. Most Boomer parents were children of the depression, and recycling was a way of life, not a fashion statement. Moms were even known to cut off buttons from old shirts and coats, so you know they were eager for gently used … [Read more...]
Genuine Flexible Flyers
The modest snow we had last week brought dozens of kids to the schoolyard behind our house where a gentle hill allows a long slide on sleds. Except, most kids didn’t have sleds, they had plastic toboggans. When we were kids, there was only one way to zip down a hill in the snow. A genuine Flexible Flyer. A Flexible Flyer was at the top of every kid’s wish list come Christmas time. … [Read more...]
Butch Wax and Flat Tops
Throughout World War II, American soldiers wore crew cuts, or GI’s as they were often called. It was a rallying point for the troops to have their locks collectively sheared to the scalp. After “The Boys†came home in 1945 and in years to follow, the crew cut became the hair to wear for young Boomers. “I want a GI,†were the instructions to the barbers of that era. For a quarter, and … [Read more...]
Do Your Best
What Boomer can ever forget that first uniform of his or her youth, likely from being a member of a Cub Scout or Brownie troop. I clearly recall that royal blue shirt with the bright yellow kerchief, my Cub Scout uniform in 5th grade. As a new scout recruit, I was fascinated by the badges and emblems, and I wanted as many as I could pin or have Mom sew on my uniform. They didn’t cost … [Read more...]
I Miss the Old TV Guide
I miss seeing the test pattern in the early morning hours and I miss hearing the National Anthem played each night at the end of broadcasting. I miss seeing Dave Garroway on the Today Show and I miss the zany comics on the Steve Allen Show – Louis Nye, Tom Poston, and Bill Dana (Jose Jimenez). I miss the Maxwell House commercials and the smell of hot tubes within the TV set. I miss the great … [Read more...]
A Beckley Christmas
I had just turned 10 and would spend this Christmas in our new house on Jennings Street in Beckley, WV. I had made a Little League team that year, loved my Fourth-Grade teacher and Freddie Arnold had just moved in just down the street. I now had a built-in baseball, football, and basketball buddy. Life was good. As Christmas approached, there was one thing I really wanted – an English bike. … [Read more...]
Hoping For a Lionel Train
The Pent-ultimate Christmas present for every Boomer boy was a Lionel train. At least it was for me. I was seven and a Lionel train was at the top of my wish list to Santa Claus. I simply had to have one, even though they were fairly pricey, and my dad earned only a modest salary as an FBI agent. By boyhood friend, Billy Richmond, got a train for Christmas the year before. Billy was a year … [Read more...]
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