In my junk room, there are a couple of boxes I'll be tossing before long. I've had these old Ladies' Home Journals around for years; I ended up with them because nobody would bid on them at a farm sale. I love going down memory lane, but I must face the truth: I never go up and leaf through these magazines, and they deteriorate a little more with each passing year. However, I wanted to share this article from December, 1960.
It was the end of the wonderful 1950's (as later portrayed on "Happy Days"). Grandma and Grandpa were leaving the White House. I was a sophomore in High School. Hardly anyone had heard of Vietnam, much less Iraq. I do recall back-yard bomb shelters, and some fears that communism was trying to take us over. But youth is self-centered, and I didn't concern myself with all that for very long.
Perhaps I just had my head in the sand, during the 'fifties. Or was still young enough that I thought my little world was all that existed. But I still get homesick for the simplicity of those times, when people didn't know the president had a girl friend on the side (in recent years, I've heard he did), and really didn't WANT to know.
Beam me up, Scotty.