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Welcome to the 1940’s

Neon signs flash through the darkness on a rainy night in the city. Halos form above dimly lit street lamps. From the rooftop ballroom of the Club Dahlia in 1940’s downtown Miami, you’re listening to the sweet sounds of the Glenn Miller Orchestra.

Alaska Territory During World War II: 1942-1943

Alaska was made a territory of the United States in 1912, (given statehood in 1959) and was considered American soil during the 1940s and World War II. An important battle in the Pacific ocean, the Aleutian Islands Campaign is mostly forgotten b... Read More »

Memorial Day 2011

Between 1941 and 1945 alone, over 400,000 brave Americans gave their lives in the deadliest military conflict in history. We will gather in remembrance this May 30th to commemorate Memorial Day, which honors the men and women who have died in service... Read More »

Pierce Hale, 1940s Private Eye: Short Fiction

The following is an excerpt from “Pierce Hale, Private Eye: The Honeymoon Killer” a short story submitted by 1940s.org and published on Ezine Articles: It was 7:30 on a Saturday evening as Pierce Hale was escorted to the back of Club Dahl... Read More »

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Bring back the 1940’s

1940s-lifeRooftop ballrooms, inviting a soldier to dinner, the percussion of high heels across a heavy wooden floor, film noir. Lips as red as the law will allow, walking slowly on a misty morning, the buzzing of old neon. The torch song, boats made of mahogany and toy prizes made of tin, pride in appearance, Gene Tierney’s angelic glow. Black satin opera gloves, friends that sign your autograph shirt, Lux Radio Theater, riding in the rumble seat. The melody in music, handwritten letters from home, halos above street lamps in the rain, Winston Churchill. Radios as big as appliances, grilled cheese sandwiches with a dill pickle spear at Woolworth’s, the soul of our nation. Stickball, the magic of Fred and Ginger, a silver dollar from grandma, picnics in the park, letting the good guy win. Dressing up for the movies, the warmth of Christmas morning, an evening next to the radio, Bogie and Bacall. Squeezing into the photo booth with your best friend, kissing goodbye at the train station, Kilroy, the dance hall. Saturday mornings at the barber shop, sounds of children playing tag, leaning over the fence to talk to our neighbor, meeting a date at the soda fountain. The allure born of mystery, riding our bikes in the summer rain, grandma’s medicine chest, searching for four leaf clovers. Dancing until your wingtips glow, staring through display windows downtown, glass milk containers, the 1946 Wurlitzer. Making flour and water paste, a teen’s jalopy, time standing still, sending box tops for decoder rings, Sunday dinner. Hide and seek at dusk, big bands, Hollywood elegance, Superman on the radio, the lunch counter at the 5&10, fedoras.