alma
01-21-2009, 01:02 PM
I was thinking today about the 1960s, and how it was then.
I remember that we could go into the capital in d.c. and down some steps to a transportation system to misc capital buildings, and no one thought a thing about it.
We went into a room where senators and reps met their visitors and *were able to meet many leaders who went there to meet the people from their areas.
At embassy parties, many people went outside when it was too hot inside, and, if you wore a pretty gown, too, *you could mingle with them and no one turned a head, wondering who you were, and cared less
My daughter sat at a table next to rose kennedy and some of her kin at a charity party, and stood behind her for pics, as people often did at these affairs..
Our neighbor was a whitehouse photographer, often taking pics of the kennedy kids at affairs where a friend of his worked as a clown at parties, etc.
I helped his wife develop some of the pics to sell to people who wanted to stand beside some of the big shots to show to their friends. They made a lot of extra money that way.
I keep telling his daughter that he has a gold mine in them thar hills, but he is too old and crotchedy to care about those things any longer, and they live miles apart.
My hubby walked by harry truman walking down the street with two secret service men with him.
We passed hurbert humphrey's car. It stopped at a street light and we waved to him, and he waved back.
Nixon used to shop with his wife at a grocery *store where bill worked.
I can't think of anything else at the moment.
We met many of the movers and shakers of the day.
--and, oh, yes. I met ted kennedy up real close.
He had come to my daughter's graduation ceremoney and, at one point, jumped down from the stage onto the floor just in front of me.
I got up to shake hands with him, a others did, and somehow we got spun around with the surge of people and i ended up with my nose on his neck.
Being of the scientific mind that i am, i decided to do a little detective work, and just smelled to learn what cologn he wore.
There was NOTHING. He didn't smell at all, neither
of cologn or sweat, or anything.
Ah, those were the days.
I met them from both sides of the spectrum, both cops and robbers, friend or foe alike. love, alma
I remember that we could go into the capital in d.c. and down some steps to a transportation system to misc capital buildings, and no one thought a thing about it.
We went into a room where senators and reps met their visitors and *were able to meet many leaders who went there to meet the people from their areas.
At embassy parties, many people went outside when it was too hot inside, and, if you wore a pretty gown, too, *you could mingle with them and no one turned a head, wondering who you were, and cared less
My daughter sat at a table next to rose kennedy and some of her kin at a charity party, and stood behind her for pics, as people often did at these affairs..
Our neighbor was a whitehouse photographer, often taking pics of the kennedy kids at affairs where a friend of his worked as a clown at parties, etc.
I helped his wife develop some of the pics to sell to people who wanted to stand beside some of the big shots to show to their friends. They made a lot of extra money that way.
I keep telling his daughter that he has a gold mine in them thar hills, but he is too old and crotchedy to care about those things any longer, and they live miles apart.
My hubby walked by harry truman walking down the street with two secret service men with him.
We passed hurbert humphrey's car. It stopped at a street light and we waved to him, and he waved back.
Nixon used to shop with his wife at a grocery *store where bill worked.
I can't think of anything else at the moment.
We met many of the movers and shakers of the day.
--and, oh, yes. I met ted kennedy up real close.
He had come to my daughter's graduation ceremoney and, at one point, jumped down from the stage onto the floor just in front of me.
I got up to shake hands with him, a others did, and somehow we got spun around with the surge of people and i ended up with my nose on his neck.
Being of the scientific mind that i am, i decided to do a little detective work, and just smelled to learn what cologn he wore.
There was NOTHING. He didn't smell at all, neither
of cologn or sweat, or anything.
Ah, those were the days.
I met them from both sides of the spectrum, both cops and robbers, friend or foe alike. love, alma