Wednesday, June 10, 2009
An Ode.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
I love...
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
My Summer Crush:
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Hold Your Own... Know Your Name
Grandma: Dad and mom always read the newspaper. They had it delivered to the house, they always had it delivered. Then there was the car radio. I always remember listening to the radio. We listened to the radio in the car all the time, but then there was radio in the house. Later, Mom worked at a furniture store, so we were the first house on the block with a television and all the neighborhood kids would come over and watch with us.
Me: What would you watch on television?
Grandma: When I was personally started getting involved with TV, it was a program on Sunday night called the Hit Parade and they were the songs that were the hits of the week. They didn’t always have the singers, but they had some singers famous or not that would sing them and act them out and it was very, very basic. Songs like “How Much Is That Doggy in the Window” arf, arf… I don’t know how much you remember those songs… and then there was the excitement of if the person who was famous would come on and sing or not. Yeah, that was a biggie that you didn’t want to miss.
Grandma: The next one was Bob Hope Comedy Hour, that was a big one. I don’t remember which came first Bob Hope Comedy Hour or the Ed Sullivan show, but those were the big ones. In between all that was The Green Hornet and The Shadow and The Earl Rogers Show, you know all the ones that went week to week, and there was Amos and Andy, which was about two black guys, but those first two were the big ones.
Me: I’ve been reading a lot about Walter Cronkite and it seems he was pretty important… what did you think?
Grandma: Walter Cronkite was the man, we believed everything he said. Whatever he said was it, but, at the same time, there wasn’t a lot of competition. He was a biggie… you know, there was Walter Winchell, too. I was too young to know if they were right-wing or left-wing, republican or democrat. Maybe I just wasn’t paying attention.
Me: Was watching TV common for you?
Grandma: In the fifties for me, it was just the weekends, mainly Sunday night when the big shows were on, but maybe a couple times during the week. Mostly music was big time, and so if one of the big singers was going to be on TV, you wouldn’t miss it. As far as coming home everyday after school and watching TV... no. That just didn’t happen.
Me: What was your fondest memory of childhood?
Grandma: We had a lot of neighborhood kids that we’d play with, just outside games in the Summer time. I always thought that was cool. It was old fashioned things, you know, like kick the can, hide and seek, and we’d play jump rope with huge ropes, stuff like that. I just thought that was so fun.
Me: What are your recollections of the war?
Grandma: I remember my cousin going and coming home and I remember they used to hang these little flags in peoples’ windows if they had someone serving. They had a gold flag, I think, white trimmed in gold fringe, and they had a star for every man they had that was serving. Like, if I were a mom and I had a son serving in the war I’d have one star and if I had two sons, two stars and on like that, and if I had a son that got killed it was a different color star. And I remember my mother talking about things being rationed, but either I was too young to notice or it didn’t really affect my family.
Me: What historical event stands out in your mind? You know, like my generation had 9/11, what stands out to you?
Grandma: JFK being shot
Me: Why is that? Where were you and what were you doing?
Grandma: I was at home and I heard it come over the radio… I was just cleaning house and I called Wayne who was on his way home. It was so shocking because our generation hadn’t experienced anything like that… the fascination… There was nothing like that that had happened in my life and if there was I wasn’t aware of it. That was just very astonishing and tragic. Okay, now you should ask your grandpa all of these questions and see what he says.
Me: Really? You’re serious?
Grandpa: Oh yeah, we had these crank phones and you called everyone through operators. You didn’t have anyone’s phone numbers, you just called the operator and they would connect you. And sometimes everyone would be on the same line! Your phone would ring and it may not be for you, it may be for one of your neighbors. Every house had a certain number of rings. It could be one ring or two rings, because there were three or four on your line. You had to wait until no one was on there and that was even in the fifties. Every little town had their own phone system and I’m sure the bigger cities were different than that, but I never lived in the big city. The operators actually had a board with all kinds of plugs in it, and then they’d plug in wires. That’s what it was like… It was the good ol’ days… gas was 26 cents a gallon, candy bars were a nickel and you could see a movie for a dime.
Me: Now, can you tell me more about your hometown growing up?
Grandpa: Country, farmers, small town atmosphere, two gas stations, one bank, one grocery store, one hardware store, one drug store.
Me: And were they all locally owned?
Grandpa: Oh yeah, all locally owned… everybody knew everybody. I don’t think there was anybody in town that someone didn’t know. Everyone was on a first name basis, the guy who pumped your gas, the guy at the bank.
Me: What are your memories of the war?
Grandpa: Well, I remember all of my mother and father’s friends’ sons went to war and were killed and injured. I remember one coming home with out an arm and another one without a leg. It was hard to get certain commodities like sugar and you had to have permission to get extra gas if you were a farmer, you had to get stamps for gas. And I remember people were always afraid of atomic bombs and so people would build bomb shelters underground and so they would build concrete encasements because we were scared we would get bombed.
Me: What time of your life has been your favorite?
Grandpa: Oh, probably this time of my life.
Me: Really? Yay?! Why?
Grandpa: I don’t know, I think that people, in general, treat their senior citizens with more respect. They are more understanding and courteous when you are over 65 years old. They are kinder and gentler than at any other time in your life.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
On Patriotism...
For better or for worse, I feel inextricably and deeply defined by my own Americanism. Raised on hot dogs, macaroni and cheese and apple pie and nurtured on fireworks and baseball, I am rooted to this country, and especially the West, in a way that is difficult to articulate." In his novel "The Emigrants," W.G. Sebald describes a man in this way: "... a German to the marrow, profoundly attached to his native land in the foothills of the Alps" and I have carried that with me ever since. I knew then that regardless of my love for travel, my desire to see every inch of this world and my strong affinity to Canada, my American-ness is in the marrow. And this has led me to a continue a long inward discussion what it means to be a "good" American, both what it means today and what it meant then.
Monday, June 2, 2008
testing
baskerville old face
bell MT
big caslon
century
century schoolbook
didot
goudy old style
lucida fax
times