In the 1950’s and 60’s, the rotary telephone was communications central for homes across America.  Ours was black and weighed a whopping four pounds.  It had a six feet long cord anchored to a junction box. 

In the 1960s and 70s, you would have thought the onset of headaches had become a national crisis. Bayer®, Excedrin® and Anacin® were duking it out with a barrage of television ads.

In 1964, my brother Carl received a black and white portable tv as a Bar Mitzvah gift. One year later, it was appropriated for use in our kitchen to watch the CBS Evening News with Walter Cronkite.

My mother used to say, “Life is all about memories.” Now that I am well into my 60s, I appreciate her philosophy more with each passing day. Trouble is that if left to their own devices, memories fade away.