Tag Archives: nostalgia
Wish you were here
Wish you were here, which was then, which was better than now. Wasn’t it? Postcards from the past can be mailed for just one cent you might drop down the well of a dream you’d rather not have. They always deliver, though they travel vast distances over tenuous terrain. And what of these images? Colorized, […]
Tradition
“Jingle Bells” by Benny Goodman and his Orchestra, 1935. This post originally appeared in December 2015.
Americana
A few years ago, a good friend who lives in Kansas drove 30 miles to another town to judge the Sorghum Queen contest for the Stevens County Fair. Nineteen young women competed for the honor, which I assume is thus named because sorghum — a cereal grain used in livestock feed, ethanol and certain human […]
Knowing Jack
Being a terminal geek, I was thrilled to learn recently that Roku has added to its line-up of television streaming options a channel devoted to The Jack LaLanne Show. If you are of a certain age — say, prehistoric, like me — you will recall LaLanne as the more knowledgeable, more appealing and way less […]
Americana
Recently, a good friend who lives in Kansas drove 30 miles to another town to judge the Sorghum Queen contest for the Stevens County Fair. This year, 19 young women competed for the honor, which I assume is thus named because sorghum — a cereal grain used in livestock feed, ethanol and certain human foods […]
Provenance
My taste in library books tends toward the old and sometimes obscure, and I thereby experience a pleasure younger, hipper readers will never know: a circulation card, glued to the back cover of the book and demarking its check-out history. The content of these yellowing index cards depends on the era: All include typed title […]
Good night dear, love to you
Honey that cake you sent me surely is fine. I have been taking a hunk of it with me for lunch the last two days. The typing is faded and the paper stiff with age, though the simple signature looks as if it could have been scrawled yesterday, if people still used pencils. Roy Osee […]
Elvis and the birthday not celebrated
It’s been 83 years today, and I’m thinking of a sleepy-eyed, full-lipped boy born in East Tupelo to a ne’er-do-well daddy and a hard-working mama. Not the boy who wound up king of rock ‘n’ roll, but the one who wound up in a shoe box beneath unmarked earth. It was a couple of hours before […]
Meditatio Ephemera 