Innholdsfortegnelse for May 2018 i Reminisce Extra

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~ ACADEMY AWARDS ~ BEST PICTURE The Greatest Show on Earth BEST ACTRESS IN A LEADING ROLE Shirley Booth Come Back, Little Sheba BEST ACTOR IN A LEADING ROLE Gary Cooper, High Noon ~ EMMY AWARDS ~ BEST DRAMATIC PROGRAM Robert Montgomery Presents BEST SITUATION COMEDY I Love Lucy BEST VARIETY PROGRAM Your Show of Shows ~ TONY AWARDS ~ BEST PLAY The Crucible, Arthur Miller ~ PULITZER PRIZE ~ FICTION The Old Man and the Sea Ernest Hemingway…

The first day of second grade in 1952 was the scariest of my entire life. We had just moved to South Carolina for my dad’s job and were living in a Spartan Mansion trailer instead of a house. I knew no one, not even my teacher. When I walked into the classroom, a bit late, everything was in order. Mrs. Gattis had stacked each desk with books, our names on top. We were instructed to copy and take home the notes that covered the blackboard. I took my seat, second row, third back, and I noticed an empty desk at the end of my row. Everyone was silently writing as I started my own copying from the board. That’s when it began. I heard and felt an odd thump, thump,…

My family’s symphony of life started before I was born. When my dad, Edward Kulesza, was in high school, he loved to listen to his neighbor, a professional saxophone player, practicing his music. Dad was so mesmerized by it that he decided to try to play sax in his school band. Unfortunately, the only horn available was a trombone. Dad gave it his best, but he had to quit at 16 when he left school to get a job to help support his family. Flash forward a few decades to when I played alto saxophone at Royal Oak Dondero High School at the urging of—you guessed it—my dad. He strongly encouraged me to follow a musical path and was wonderful about my practice sessions, even though he needed to rest…

COLD DESSERT CAKES date to pre-Colonial days, but recipes for no-bake cakes kept in the icebox started appearing during World War I. Early versions resembled trifles, with sponge cake or ladyfingers set in molds and filled with custard and fruit. In 1932, Nabisco published a recipe that used cookies, which soon grew to be the dominant type. In the boom years after World War II, as houses were being equipped with sleek appliances like those shown in Vintage Ads on page 50, the no-bake dessert now known as refrigerator cake became a staple. It was seen as a model of streamlined efficiency, using time-savers like packaged graham crackers, marshmallows and condensed milk.…

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As a teen, I spent my free time after school doing homework and baby-sitting my siblings. When I could get a real job, at 15, I found one at a department store. But three years later, when I returned home from college for the summer, that job was gone, and I resorted to factory work—at $5 an hour, it was quite lucrative. The factory made plastic containers for doughnuts, cookies and other baked goods. We stood in front of 10-foot-tall machines that were fed sheets of plastic. Overhead forms were heated and pressed down on the plastic. Presto! Six to eight ready-molded containers blossomed and lurched toward workers who quickly stacked and packed them into boxes. For many, this job was their livelihood. For me it was a little like…

RCA Victor released “Crying in the Chapel” in 1965 to give Elvis Presley his biggest hit in years. But its success actually ended Presley’s five-year secret. The “Chapel” story began in 1953. On a personal mission to feel closer to God, struggling musician Artie Glenn visited an empty church near his Tennessee home. He felt tears streaming down his cheeks, and two simple lines formed in his mind: You saw me crying in the chapel The tears I shed were tears of joy Glenn quickly wrote “Crying in the Chapel” and offered it to his son Darrell, a high-school junior. Recorded as a demo, Darrell Glenn’s melancholy ballad wowed the folks at Knoxville’s fledgling Valley Records, who released the teenager’s version for its debut single. The result was Top 10…

Mothers are complicated creatures. I found that out at 12 in 1950 when I had my first opportunity to play organized baseball. Our church, Caldwell Memorial Presbyterian, had decided to field a youth baseball team. We played other teams in the Charlotte, North Carolina, area. Our uniforms were gray trimmed in blue with Caldwell on the front and our numbers on the back. I was number 10. I wore my blue cap everywhere and bought cleats with the money I earned delivering newspapers. I was excited to learn, but little did I know what I’d learn from my mother that summer. The coaching staff found out rather quickly that I played infield better than I played outfield. They tried me at second base, but after the second practice I went…

The Cadet Nurse Corps, authorized by the Bolton Act of 1943, was federally funded within the U.S. Public Health Service to recruit nursing students and prevent a shortage during World War II. The program—open to all women ages 17 to 35 who were high school graduates and in good health—ran from 1943 to 1948. Nurses vowed to stay in nursing for the duration of the war. The Corps produced 124,065 graduates and by 1945 accounted for 85 percent of all nursing students in the U.S.…

1951 A Splash of Color Appliance makers saw the new army of homemakers in the postwar years as a gold mine. International Harvester said that its products were “femineered” with women’s needs in mind, such as space efficiency for those tiny housing-boom kitchens. In 1951, the company had a stroke of genius: color! A simple swap of a door handle turned a fridge from drab to fab. 1953 Swingin’ Style Along with time-saving automatic defrost, this Gibson model boasts other female-pleasing innovations: an interior in “cameo cream” and see-through bins that swing out for easy access to the food. The perfume set for visiting a dealer is similar to the toy promos popular among car makers of the time.…

THE TRIP TOOK MOST OF THE DAY ON A TWO-LANE HIGHWAY. When I was 5, my grandparents Lawrence and Esther Mackus took me on a road trip to see the Mackinac Bridge, known as The Mighty Mac, the longest suspension bridge in the Western Hemisphere. It opened to traffic on Nov. 1, 1957, connecting Michigan’s upper and lower peninsulas and separating Lake Michigan from Lake Huron. We set off in the spring of 1958 from Grandville, Michigan, near Grand Rapids. I was excited when Grandma Esther told me it would be a camping trip; Grandpa Lawrence had a friend who owned tourist cabins on Lake Huron. Being of German descent, Grandpa would buy only Volkswagens. We packed apples, oranges, some sandwiches and a 2-gallon thermos into his Beetle and started…

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Bond. James Bond. Martini drinker. Gadget aficionado. Lover of hot cars and women. We’re talking about the tuxedo-wearing superspy in Ian Fleming’s novel Casino Royale. Since his April 13, 1953, introduction, James Bond has appeared in 13 more books and 24 movies. Test your Bond acumen here. 1 What do the 0s stand for in James Bond’s moniker 007? 2 Bond played this card game in Casino Royale. 3 Name the first Bond film starring Sean Connery. 4 Five additional actors have played Bond. Who are they? 5 Which actor(s) starred in the most Bond films? 6 Name Bond’s boss, the head of the British Secret Service. 7 What was the name of Bond’s boss’s secretary? 8 SMERSH is based on which real-life Soviet agency? 9 How does Bond prefer…

TWO GENERATIONS lived in our big three-story farmhouse, and it was crammed full of used furniture and things my father had bought at auctions. But in the early ’70s, after my father, Claude Palmer, heard that my mom, Minnie, wanted to have a yard sale, he assured her he wanted nothing to do with it. On the day of the sale, my mother hauled old chairs and tables from the third floor, dusting them as she made her way down the stairs. My father sat in the living room reading the newspaper, determined to stay out of the way. But his curiosity got the best of him as cars pulled into the driveway. He just had to go out for a look. “Does this old radio work?” a woman asked…

The music room in the Jack Gross home in Rising City, NE, was alive with the sound of piano, organ and voices all year long. Jack, a schoolteacher, piano teacher and church organist, gave daughter Dulcie Shoener, now of Whitefish Bay, WI, her first piano lessons at his baby grand, although this 1960 photo was likely a year or so before lessons started. " I was elated to begin piano and voice lessons at the age of 8 in 1945. In high school, I could tell this was what I wanted to do for a living. I’m over 80 now and I still have about 25 piano and voice students.”CAROL KAY SCHROCK HARRISONVILLE, MO PLAYING FOR TIME My mother insisted that I take piano when I was 10, and I…

Banana Split Icebox Cake One day a friend showed me how to make a traditional icebox cake with just cream and graham crackers. I make it special by adding fruit. Now everyone at the party can have a banana split, no muss, no fuss. SHELLY FLYE • ALBION, ME PREP: 30 min. + chilling MAKES: 10 servings 1 carton (16 oz. )  frozen whipped topping, thawed 1 cup sour cream 1 pkg. ( 3.4 oz. )  instant vanilla pudding mix 1 can (8 oz. )  crushed pineapple, drained 24 whole graham crackers 2 medium bananas, sliced Toppings: chocolate syrup, halved fresh strawberries and additional banana slices 1. In a large bowl, mix whipped topping, sour cream and pudding mix until blended; fold in pineapple. Cut…

WE TAUGHT OUR PONY, BILLY, TO DO A FEW TRICKS. My cousin Kenny called from the farm. “Why don’t you get someone to bring you up here? I want to teach you how to ride a goat.” Kenny usually had some questionable scheme going, and this latest one sounded like more fun than waiting for Grandpa’s pipe to go out so I could light it. “I’ll be there as soon as I can,” I told him. When I got there, Kenny was ready with a goat tied to a tree. “If you want to turn right, reach back and pull his tail to the left,” he explained. “The same if you want him to go left, tail to the right. It’s easy.” I wasn’t so sure, but since I was…

“THE NEXT VOICE I HEARD WAS HIS THUNDERING SHOUT, “GET IN HERE!” He was perfect for the job. Medium height, ruddy complexion, spare hair, a constant green visor and a bottle of bourbon in the right drawer. His office reeked of ink, stale cigarette smoke and old paper. As editor of our local daily newspaper, Mr. Monahan knew everybody in the twin California towns of Yuba City and Marysville—population: 15,335. He knew where the bodies were buried, who was in charge of what, what was coming down the road, who would get elected and who would lose. The Appeal-Democrat in Marysville was the bulletin board, information center and quotable paper. In the early 1950s it was how people got their information. I was almost 15 years old when he hired…