I recently indulged in an old childhood pleasure – looking through my mother’s own childhood scrapbook. Its contents are both long-familiar and long-forgotten. But each time I reacquaint myself with the birthday cards, Brownie badges, telegrams, and programs from many Glee Club recitals, something ”new” stands out. Just like memory, we see what we need to see, and are blind to what we can’t use. Is this the ullage?
For some reason (to which I am also blind) my mother’s Eagle’s Inn teen club membership card caught my eye. Could it really be that, in the days of backyard bomb shelters and “duck and cover” drills, equally unspeakable dangers lurked within Levi’s dungarees and Black Pants?
(Posted by Lisa Hirschfield)