It's fun to find out what you people of the future enjoy about my era. What do I enjoy most about yours?
XOXO
Marjorie
It's fun to find out what you people of the future enjoy about my era. What do I enjoy most about yours?
XOXO
Marjorie
Interview with former gangster's moll, Dot Rodgers
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| My friend Dot, who bears a striking resemblance to actress Louise Brooks |
Marjorie Corrigan: Hello, Dot. Welcome to the year 2017, and to my blog.
Dot Rodgers: Your what?
MC: My blog. It's sort of like a diary, but it's public.
DR: You're interviewing me for your diary? I should think you'd have enough crazy shenanigans going on in your own life without adding my two cents.
MC: It's not that kind of diary.
DR: Although I suppose my life up until recently has been a smidgen more colorful than yours.
MC: That's not exactly what I--
DR: Because if you want a diary worth reading, you should read mine. Although I don't think I ever got it back after the coppers took it as evidence in my ex-boyfriend's bootlegging trial.
MC: I don't think--
DR: Be sure to say it was written before my life changed, though. Before I wised up and before Charlie came into my life and ... and everything. It no longer reflects who I am. So on second thought, maybe you'd better not read it aloud after all.
MC: Agreed. Moving on ... tell us a bit about yourself.
DR: I grew up in a small town in Indiana.
MC: A preacher's daughter, I believe?
DR: We won't be discussing that. I moved to Chicago when I was eighteen and got a job selling hats at Marshall Field, and singing in a restaurant at night.
MC: A speakeasy?
DR: A restaurant. Res-to-rant. Italian.
MC: Uh-huh.
DR: Best garlic bread this side of Venice. Or so I'm told.
MC: Was that when you started dating notorious gangster Louie Braccio?
DR: Do I have to answer that question?
MC: I think you just did. How did you meet Charlie Corrigan?
DR: You set us up.
MC: I didn't set you up. I merely asked you to double-date with Richard and me.
DR: Same thing.
MC: Was it love at first sight?
DR: It's complicated.
MC: In other words, you don't want to tell us.
DR: It's all in the book.
MC: What are you doing these days?
DR: I'm still a sales clerk, but not hats. I'm still singing, but not in a speak--I mean, restaurant.
MC: So your life has changed, huh?
DR: Huge change. I'm not the same girl I used to be. I did a one-eighty, as they say here in the twenty-first century.
MC: You've been doing your homework.
DR: Of course. I had to know what to wear. Speaking of, what in the world happened to ladies' fashions? Was there some kind of disaster that everyone's going around in torn dungarees? Where are the hats?
MC: We'll talk about that later. Right now, our readers are dying to know, what's going on with you and Charlie?
DR: If I tell you, I'll have to kill you.[wink]
MC: No more gangster talk. You promised. Your life has changed, remember?
DR: Right. Sorry.
MC: So ... you and Charlie?
DR: A lady never tells.
MC: *sigh* So this has been Dot Rodgers, ladies and gentlemen, telling us precisely nothing we want to know.
DR: You'll just have to read the book, dollface.
MC: Ain't Misbehavin', coming March 2018 from Smitten Historical Romance and Lighthouse Publishing of the Carolinas.
DR: Toodles!
Love,
Marjorie
Lady Driver
Here in the 1920s, more and more women are learning how to drive. I clipped the photo above from am ad for "Ford closed cars" and placed it on my dresser, so that it will inspire me when my brother Charlie teaches me how to drive. Frankly, I'm a little nervous about the prospect. But it would be nice to travel between Kerryville and Chicago without always having to wait for a train.
The ad copy reads, "To the woman at the wheel of a Ford car, every road seems straight and smooth; hills melt away and rough places are easy. This is because of care-free confidence in its responsive, sure performance. When a woman hesitates to manage a heavy car; when she needs an extra one for personal or family use, or when her means forbid the drain of high upkeep cost, she should have the easily handled, easily parked, reliable service of a Ford. She finds, also, that comfort and perfection of motor have not run away with cost and she can make unlimited use of her car without anxiety or care or upkeep."
I'm all for easy driving, easy parking, and easy upkeep...but I must admit, the repetition of "easy" in the ad seems just a tad condescending.
What do you think about lady drivers--marvelous or menace?
XXXOOO
Marjorie
You're the Cream in My Coffee FREE today on Amazon!
Just learned from Jennifer that the electrical version of You're the Cream in My Coffee is FREE today (1/5/2017) on Amazon. I still don't understand why anyone would want to electrify a book. What happens if you want to read in the bath?
Or maybe it's the electronic version, whatever that means. I can never keep those terms straight.
(And while I'm being curmudgeonly about 21st-century retail practices, whatever happened to genteel bookstores like our Kroch's--later called Kroch's and Brentano's? I suppose by now they've tossed that one away, too. Here in 1927 Mr. Adolph Kroch has just opened a brand-new location at 206 N. Michigan. I go there sometimes on my lunch hour to see a larger selection of books even than Marshall Field's--but shhh, don't tell Marcella Hahner* I sent you.
Sigh.
At any rate, if you haven't read our book, or you know someone else who'd enjoy it (which is, let's be honest, everybody), then today's your chance to get it for zero clams.
Marjorie
XXXOOO
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| Photo and caption from Leslie Goddard's excellent book, Remembering Marshall Field's |
What will happen to the old Marshall Field's?
I realize you 21st-century moderns turned Marshall Field's into that other word that starts with M, Macy's, even though it will always be Field's to those of us who love it. But now it appears even Macy's is closing a jillion stores. What gives, people? Do I have to come up there to your century and straighten things out?
I'm heading up to stare at the Tiffany dome for a while and collect my wits. You coming?
Marjorie
XXXOOO
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