There are now entire suburban subdivisions built to appear as though they date from the early to mid-1960s (see Starlight Village, near Austin, Texas, as a prime example). A house the lovely missus and I sold five years ago was built in 1992. To an untrained eye, it may as well have been 1962...
I know of people into the rockabilly scene. Judging from what I’ve seen of it (and its “subcultures”), it scarcely resembles the ’50s styles it in some ways emulates. (Slicked-back hair, engineer boots, etc.) I’m not presuming these folks mean to strictly adhere to any bygone fashions, as do...
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And then there are those who jump in to whatever their latest fascinations might be, until the next one captures their imagination. Dilletantes, I suppose you could call them.
God bless ’em, though, until they claim an expertise they don’t really possess.
I know of no one who leads a “vintage lifestyle,” if by that we mean eschewing all contraptions made after, say, 1945, or some other arbitrary date.
Even the more atavistic among us, the ones with a firmer grip on reality, suffer no illusions about what times we are actually living in. They...
It’ll be 15 years come December.
We’ve lost a few regular participants to the reaper over that span. We’ve lost others to, I dunno, myriad reasons — boredom, anger, changing interests, etc. You’d have to ask them.
Things change. We’ve stretched the “Golden Era” into the “Greatest Generation’s”...
That term was unfamiliar to me until I was grown, and while it’s easy enough for most folks unfamiliar with it to deduce its meaning from context, I use “bedding” to mean the same thing.
Nothing wrong with “bedclothes,” but coming out of my mouth it would sound affected.
My biological father died when I was 4 months old. He’s planted behind a Catholic church in rural Wisconsin, as are his and my ancestors going back to the first of them to land in America, in the mid- to late-19th century.
I know a few of these relatives of my generation and one generation...
Perhaps it’s greener grass thinking on my part, but having been shuttled about quite a bit as a youngster I sometimes find myself envious of people with long family histories in the places they still live.
I can only imagine how it is for immigrants. It’s not to make light of it to note how...
I have the dimmest memories of seeing one or two, but I couldn’t say where.
They were a feature in some churches as well, weren’t they?
You have a few years on me, I’m guessing.
I’m reminded of a fairly recent TV news item on hotel bed sheets not being changed between guests. The news crew used a water-soluble paint invisible to the naked eye but visible under UV light to write “I Slept Here” on the bottom sheet. A crew member booked the same room (but under a different...
That’s a splendid idea. That it hasn’t yet been implemented speaks ill of whoever gets in the way of it.
After all, a nostalgic setting is part of what you all are selling there, ain’t it?
Have we yet mentioned “check calling,” as it was called among my people back in the day, when long-distance phone calls cost real money?
The point of it was to let a person know where on the road you were without having to pay for the call. The parties — the traveler and the person back home —...
I know of a bar with a phone booth built in to a wood-paneled wall. There’s no longer a working payphone in that booth, but it still makes for a good place for a person to use her cellphone without disturbing the other patrons, and vice-versa. And the old phone booth is something of a signature...
I could tell a similar story. To make it short, it involved a letter carrier saving himself going down about half a dozen steps and up an equal number at the house next door (mine) by walking over a flat-roofed garage.
Does a letter carrier really have to be told that roofs aren’t for foot...
Ha! I wouldn’t have lasted five minutes with that bunch.
I consider myself fortunate to be baffled by how a person would wish to do all that Koresh allegedly did. How can a person NOT see the harm he does to others, especially the children? Or, if a person does recognize that harm, how could he...
I did a little reading up on that David Berg character.
When I was a young adult (legally adult, anyway) and kinda lost I might have been susceptible to his pitch. For a minute, maybe.
Having been in that headspace I can see how the likes of the Prophet Mo and Love Israel attract adherents...
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