Reminisce Magazine - ...holiday gift idea

Palomar · 2004-10-23 06:59:26

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*This is a real gem of a publication. I subscribe to a cooking magazine published by the same company (which has a string of family/home-oriented magazines), which is how I came to know of this magazine.

It focuses on the 1920s through the 1960s: Old comic strips are reproduced, people describe their favorite radio programs, how their mothers tended to them when they were ill, surviving The Great Depression, fashions, automobiles, old advertisements are reproduced, photos of family outings -- you name it.

There are as many male contributors to the magazine as female.

My father was born in 1932, remembered The Great Depression, and I really miss his other memories (deceased since the 1980s) of the 1940s and 1950s as well (and of course I miss him too!!).

Though it focuses on the US, I don't see any indication that contributions from Canada, Europe, Australia, etc., aren't welcome. So long as it's in the appropriate time-frame.

I could pore over these magazines for hours.

--Cindy

Shaun Barrett · 2004-10-23 19:32:53

Sounds good!
Picking up a really old magazine in a book exchange can be very entertaining and absorbing but this is like a 'newer' and more reliable version of that same sensation, I suppose.
I found a website somewhere once that had advertisements from the fifties and sixties for 'new' cars. In retrospect, you know so well that the vehicles advertised are heavy, gas-guzzling, unreliable death-traps! But in the pictures, they're so shiny and portrayed as something you've just got to have; the people in the pictures beaming all over their faces and awe-struck by the magnificence of these latest 'superior' machines! (All now long forgotten in car graveyards.)

Palomar · 2004-10-25 18:17:02

But in the pictures, they're so shiny and portrayed as something you've just got to have; the people in the pictures beaming all over their faces and awe-struck by the magnificence of these latest 'superior' machines! (All now long forgotten in car graveyards.)

*That sounds like what my father used to say (which may not be exactly what you had in mind): People getting excited over something which so quickly depreciates and sooner rather than later winds up in a used car lot or in the junk pile. Can you tell we didn't have many brand-spanking-new vehicles? <smile> Of course he didn't feel there was anything wrong with having the amenities and some nice things; but investing in a home was definitely a *much* higher priority -- a smart investment. The lesson stuck.

BTW, just found the latest issue of Reminisce for sale; it really is a treasure.

--Cindy

Palomar · 2005-08-20 07:57:17

*Finally! Search wouldn't bring up this old thread and it took some scrolling.

Reminisce Online

Yep, I'm recommending this magazine again.

A few anecdotes from the current issue:

Before there were bumper stickers, tourist sites used wire to attach cardboard signs on the front bumper for advertising.

Cool.

~~~

I figure some folks here might get a chuckle out of this:

A Source of Sarcasm

The captain of our destroyer, USS Radford, was R.C. "Hoot" Gibson when I was a radioman on the ship in the Pacific in the early '60s. Capt. Gibson corrected radio messages from his junior officers the way a college professor would correct papers. He used a red pen to make alterations, additions and corrections of spelling and grammar.

One day we were having trouble with what was called the radar wave guide. Although it was 40 feet above the waterline, water was getting into the guide and causing problems. A lieutenant sent a message that the guide would have to be repaired when the ship got to Pearl Harbor. He added, "We do not know the source of the water that is leaking into the wave guide."

When the severely red-marked message came back to the lieutenant, a comment in the margin that ran the length of the page read: "Could it be the Pacific Ocean?"

[Mike Casey of CO]

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Also in this edition is an article Step Inside the Old Farmhouse Pantry. A nice artist's color illustration accompanies it. Talk about nostalgia! Wish I could reproduce the article here, but it's a bit lengthy.

~~~

Prices in 1952:

First-class postage stamp: 3 cents.
Gasoline: 27 cents a gallon (please don't go off-topic after reading this; thanks).
Chinese dinner: $1.50
Folding TV table: $2.95
Annual income: $3,660.

--Cindy

::EDIT::

Gotta share this:

"On Halloween Night 1920, when I was 6, my father carved a jack o' lantern. My cousin and I put the pumpkin on a large breadboard, placed a candle inside and lit the candle. We started across a field to scare the Jones girl who lived about a half mile away. It was dark.

Halfway there we heard loud eerie moanings ahead of us. Suddenly a glowing white ghost arose from the field, waving its arms and making dreadful noises. We were badly frightened but had the presence of mind to start pelting the ghost with rocks, which were plentiful in that Missouri field.

'Hey, stop. It's me!' The ghost cried. It was my uncle, enshrouded in a white sheet with a kerosene lantern under it." [Donald Zinn]

It's a good thing one of those rocks didn't break the kerosene lantern...oh lord.

A lady named Nancy Witko mentioned trick or treating at Bob Hope's house in 1946; she and her friends figured he'd be there personally, handing out big chocolate bars loaded with nuts. They got the choice of a big apple or orange instead...and apparently a servant doled out the treats.

--Cindy

Palomar · 2005-09-24 12:27:52

Here's a Halloween-night adventure of a man named Paul Ceselsky of Delaware, which of course appeared in "Reminisce" magazine:

"After the Crash of 1929, my parents moved us to my mother's hometown of Templeville, Missouri. Dad got a $1-a-day WPA job digging along the road, and we lived on a farm about a mile from town.

One Halloween night I had been in the general store listening to ghost stories told by the old-timers. The stories entranced me and when I realized I was late, I began to pedal home in the dark on my wobbly noisy bike.

I had to ride past the 1-room school and the graveyard directly across from it. As I approached, I saw many ghostly white things floating across the road from the school into the graveyard. I stopped dead in my tracks and tried to keep quiet so the ghosts wouldn't see me.

Once clear of the graveyard, I started pedaling as hard as I could. When I got home, I flew up the three flights of steps and jumped under the covers with my clothes still on.

The next morning I had to be coaxed into telling all at the table about my adventure. My uncle laughed, then told us that a farmer in back of the school had a flock of sheep he turned loose in the graveyard to graze at night."

--Cindy

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