Interesting post with lovely baby pictures
Envisioning The American Dream
In 1926 while flaming youth roared and thousands mourned the death of Rudolph Valentino, my grandparents, Sadie and Arthur were overjoyed at the birth of their second daughter, Betty, my mother.
A beloved Bastille Day baby, this jazz age babe would have turned 90 today.
Smack dab in the middle of the roaring twenties, eight years had passed since the end of the Great war and Americans were ready for fun. Our president, Silent Cal was keeping mum as the economy skyrocketed. Consuming goods as never before, folks were running down to Florida in get-rich-quick schemes, while Miss Texas Guineas, the boop-boop-de-doop speakeasy girl beckoned us “to live it up.”
There was no better time to be born.
Betty would be the beneficiary of modern science and technology providing a safer and cleaner world than the previous generation. Worries about…
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