It was 1960 when Connie Francis was signed for the film, Where the Boys Are, a movie that marked the end of the innocence of youth, 1950s style. The plaintive yearning of the song as she sung it was well known to young girls of that era, girls who wouldn't say blow job out loud, even if it was what . . .
My mother was a housewife. The home was her domain for better or worse and by today's standards, she probably fell short. But as a young married woman, she was quite interested in entertaining properly. I know this because squirrelled away in my childhood home I found a number of handy booklets . . .
Growing up, did your kitchen look like this? Mine didn't. but I love it, all of it: the color scheme, the appliances and the retro 1950s vibe. I once did a kitchen floor in those tiles, but set them on the diagonal. The cabinets resembled these, but were white. I would have loved to have . . .
Walking Riley gives M. and me time to talk about so many things, and one topic that came up recently was this: do you remember it? If you're a Boomer, you do. Our mothers had these little sprinkler heads that they inserted into a soda bottle to make a sprinkle bottle to use when ironing clothes. . . .
This post has an adult theme. If this offends you, please do not go further. Back in the day, pin-up girl Bettie Page became famous for photos with a BDSM theme. There was no naughtier girl in the early to mid-1950s. It's ironic that such a repressed age would produce . . .