You are what you write. Illusion and Reality...I reside in between. Where are you? |
I can’t remember any books. I went to the library every week for two or three to read. I remember the Little Women series, but not the age I was. Maybe I was reading books for 12 year olds. Mostly listened to radio serial dramas. (Captain Midnight, comes to mind) I remember getting my hands on a copy of The Sinking of the Titanic. I read every issue of National Geographic from cover to cover. For movies, I wan’t allowed to see the grown-up films, but I remember The Yearling, The Bandit of Sherwood Forest, Harvey Girls, Song of the South. It also cost money, of which we had very limited funds for entertainment. Now that I look back, I am shocked at the huge number of films that were produced every year in the 40’s. I remember My Friend Flicka, Black Beauty,---Margret O'Brian, Elizabeth Taylor, who were close to my age, along with Micky Rooney. Going to the movies was a real experience, rare and much appreciated. The War was over and everything was different in 1946. I don;t think we’ve seen those days again. Peace and Love...>>>iggy {e:Boat) |