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01/02/2015 NOTE: Due to unforeseen circumstances, parts of the site may not be displaying properly and will be addressed one by one (daily) over the course of the next week or so. Thanks in advance for your patience.

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.

They Need To Bring Back – 1940’s Nostalgia

I think I have the whole “what’s wrong with this country” thing figured out.. They need to bring back: Rooftop ballrooms, inviting a soldier to dinner, the percussion of high heels across a heavy wooden floor, film noir. They need t... Read More »

Site Status – Media Player

Hello Just a quick note to let you know that we are experiencing a problem with our music (media) player, which we also use to play OTR and more. This problem does not seem to exist in every browser, so you may not encounter a problem. If you do.. pl... Read More »

Thanksgiving Day – November 21, 1940

Our primary purpose here is to bring you photos of the Timothy Levi Crouch family of Connecticut taken at Thanksgiving in November of 1940 by Jack Delano, for the Farm Security Administration. But first.. A year prior to the 1940 Thanksgiving holiday... 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.