Jewish Book: Saving Myself, a Los Angeles Childhood
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Los Angeles Childhood
Wednesday, 20 April 2011 12:14

Do you remember growing up in Los Angeles in the 1940s and 50s? For me it meant blue skies and puffy white clouds.  It meant playing in the street and walking to school and back without fear of strangers.

Did you help your mom with household chores? For me it meant Monday morning laundry, helping my mother in the summer with the white sheets, snapping them to get the corners straight as they came through the ringer, pinning each corner up with clothes pins and taking them down crisp and clean, not the type of clean smell from Tide but one only the sun can bring.

Do you remember the radio, the stand up Motorola or the table  model RCA blaring favorite programs into the evening air? General Electric Theatre on the Air, The Shadow, for our evening entertainment. During the days we listened to Our Gal Sunday and Helen Trent, and Ma Perkins.

When did you get your first television?  In my house we didn’t get one until 1952 or so, and before that I went to my neighbor’s house, through the white picket gate, which separated our two properties.  We watched Crusader Rabbit together with joy.

What about Christmas in the 1940s or Chanukah?  For me it meant a new pair of scissors, a coloring book, or a new box of crayolas.  A new book to read.  No fancy computer games or presents over $2.00.

The 1940s meant time to stretch out so far that that there was no doubt these times would go on and on and I would live forever.

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