tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13417131023645837052024-03-12T22:55:37.777-07:00Miss Marjorie's Jazz Age JournalMarjorie Corriganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02295194818631768007noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341713102364583705.post-57017450170363275182017-09-12T15:13:00.003-07:002017-09-12T15:13:58.692-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I was tickled pink to find a fragrance evoking the 1920s called--you'll never guess--1920! It's made by <a href="https://besamecosmetics.com/" target="_blank">Besame Cosmetics</a> and is described as having top notes of mandarin, juniper berry and galbanum; heart notes of jasmine, violet, muguet, and suede; and base notes of cocoa, myrrh, amber, and musks. I may not know what all that means, but I think it smells divine. And isn't the bottle pretty? </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>It's fun to find out what you people of the future enjoy about my era. What do I enjoy most about yours? </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>XOXO</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Marjorie </b></span><br />
Marjorie Corriganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02295194818631768007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341713102364583705.post-51409813106390454162017-09-04T11:23:00.001-07:002017-09-04T11:24:18.045-07:00Interview with former gangster's moll, Dot Rodgers<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: large;">My author <a href="http://jenniferlamontleo.com/" target="_blank">Jennifer</a> recently turned in the manuscript for another story set in my world, the Roaring Twenties. This one doesn't star me and Peter, though. We're stepping aside this time so Jennifer can focus on my BFF and roommate, Dot Rodgers, and my brother, Charlie. The story's called <i>Ain't Misbehavin'</i> and it's coming out in March 2018. I still appear in the story, just not on every page like <a href="https://smile.amazon.com/Youre-Cream-Coffee-Jennifer-Lamont-ebook/dp/B01JD9XJ3S" target="_blank">last time</a>. I've invited Dot to the studio today to tell us all about herself. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Marjorie Corrigan: Hello, Dot. Welcome to the year 2017, and to my blog.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dot Rodgers: Your what?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MC: My blog. It's sort of like a diary, but it's public.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">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. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MC: It's not that kind of diary. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">DR: Although I suppose my life up until recently <i>has</i> been a smidgen more colorful than yours.</span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MC: That's not exactly what I--</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MC: I don't think--</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MC: Agreed. Moving on ... tell us a bit about yourself.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">DR: I grew up in a small town in Indiana.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MC: A preacher's daughter, I believe?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MC: A speakeasy?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">DR: A restaurant. <i>Res-to-rant. </i>Italian. <i><br /></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MC: Uh-huh. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">DR: Best garlic bread this side of Venice. Or so I'm told.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MC: Was that when you started dating notorious gangster Louie Braccio?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">DR: Do I have to answer that question?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MC: I think you just did. How did you meet Charlie Corrigan?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">DR: You set us up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MC: I didn't set you up. I merely asked you to double-date with Richard and me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">DR: Same thing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MC: Was it love at first sight?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">DR: It's complicated.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MC: In other words, you don't want to tell us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">DR: It's all in the book. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MC: What are you doing these days?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">DR: I'm still a sales clerk, but not hats. I'm still singing, but not in a speak--I mean, restaurant.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MC: So your life has changed, huh?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MC: You've been doing your homework.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">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?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MC: We'll talk about that later. Right now, our readers are dying to know, what's going on with you and Charlie?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">DR: If I tell you, I'll have to kill you.[<i>wink</i>]</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MC: No more gangster talk. You promised. Your life has changed, remember?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">DR: Right. Sorry.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MC: So ... you and Charlie?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">DR: A lady never tells. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MC: *sigh* So this has been Dot Rodgers, ladies and gentlemen, telling us precisely nothing we want to know.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">DR: You'll just have to read the book, dollface. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">MC: <i>Ain't Misbehavin'</i>, coming March 2018 from Smitten Historical Romance and Lighthouse Publishing of the Carolinas.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">DR: Toodles!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Love,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Marjorie</span>Marjorie Corriganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02295194818631768007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341713102364583705.post-78111819621518003372017-04-03T15:48:00.001-07:002017-04-03T15:48:41.430-07:00Lady Driver<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">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.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"> 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."</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">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.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">What do <i>you</i> think about lady drivers--marvelous or menace? </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">XXXOOO</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Marjorie</span></b><br />
Marjorie Corriganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02295194818631768007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341713102364583705.post-59610644234570857922017-01-05T09:35:00.000-08:002017-01-05T09:39:07.242-08:00You're the Cream in My Coffee FREE today on Amazon!<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Just learned from <a href="http://jenniferlamontleo.com/" target="_blank">Jennifer</a> that the electrical version of <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Youre-Cream-Coffee-Jennifer-Lamont-ebook/dp/B01JD9XJ3S/" target="_blank">You're the Cream in My Coffee is FREE today (1/5/2017) on Amazon</a>. I still don't understand why anyone would want to electrify a book. What happens if you want to read in the bath?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Or maybe it's the <i>electronic</i> version, whatever that means. I can never keep those terms straight.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">(And while I'm being <a href="http://marjoriecorrigan.blogspot.com/2017/01/what-will-happen-to-old-marshall-fields.html" target="_blank">curmudgeonly about 21st-century retail practices</a>, whatever happened to genteel bookstores like our Kroch's--later called <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kroch's_and_Brentano's" target="_blank">Kroch's and Brentano's</a>? 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.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>Sigh.</i></span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">At any rate, if you haven't read <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Youre-Cream-Coffee-Jennifer-Lamont-ebook/dp/B01JD9XJ3S" target="_blank">our book</a>, or you know someone else who'd enjoy it (which is, let's be honest, everybody), then today's your chance to <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Youre-Cream-Coffee-Jennifer-Lamont-ebook/dp/B01JD9XJ3S" target="_blank">get it for zero clams</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Marjorie</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">XXXOOO</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo and caption from Leslie Goddard's excellent book, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Remembering-Marshall-Fields-Images-America/dp/0738583685" target="_blank"><i>Remembering Marshall Field's </i></a></td></tr>
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Marjorie Corriganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02295194818631768007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341713102364583705.post-91035656488254314102017-01-05T08:47:00.005-08:002017-01-05T09:47:16.129-08:00What will happen to the old Marshall Field's?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Holy cats! Is my dear old workplace, Chicago's great Marshall Field's store, going to become unrecognizable soon? Or worse (gasp), perhaps disappear forever?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">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<a href="http://www.fieldsfanschicago.org/" target="_blank"> those of us who love it</a>. But now it appears even <a href="http://www.chicagobusiness.com/article/20151111/NEWS12/151119968/macys-rethinks-state-street-flagship" target="_blank">Macy's is closing a jillion stores</a>. What gives, people? Do I have to come up there to your century and straighten things out?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I'm heading up to stare at the <a href="http://chicago-architecture-jyoti.blogspot.com/2009/01/tiffany-dome-at-marshall-fields-now.html" target="_blank">Tiffany dome</a> for a while and collect my wits. You coming? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">XXXOOO</span>Marjorie Corriganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02295194818631768007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341713102364583705.post-28945791816959331872016-10-24T11:13:00.003-07:002016-10-24T11:13:46.133-07:00Yoga Talk<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Jennifer posted about your 21st-century craze of <a href="http://jenniferlamontleo.com/2016/10/24/when-yoga-pants-intrude-on-the-human-eyeballs-safe-space/" target="_blank">women wearing yoga pants in public</a>. I just want her to know that we in the 1920s also have yoga pants. So once again, we're way ahead of you. Wearing them to the grocery store, however, would likely get one arrested for indecent exposure. Which perhaps, as Jennifer notes, is as it should be.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">The young and attractive Swami Vivekanada made quite an impression when he came to the Parliament of Religions here in Chicago back in 1893. That's apparently when the practice of yoga arrived on U.S. shores. He was followed by the tremendously popular Paramahansa Yogananda in 1920. Many people are wild for "orientalism" here in the early 20th century, so they're ready to twist themselves into knots. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I'm not one of them. I think I'll stick with ballet, or maybe the briefest sojourn into <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kq2GgIMM060" target="_blank">Isadora Duncan</a> territory. Nothing too outrageous, though. I'll leave that crazy stuff to my best friend and roommate, Dot. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">XOXO,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Marjorie</span><br />
<br />Marjorie Corriganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02295194818631768007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341713102364583705.post-76561007806877578822016-08-11T08:18:00.001-07:002016-10-12T06:38:19.653-07:00Catching our breath!<span style="font-size: x-large;">What a whirlwind the last couple months have been! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">As you know, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Youre-Cream-Coffee-Jennifer-Lamont/dp/1938499077" target="_blank">our book</a> launched in mid-September. We had a lovely 1920s-themed launch party at a local coffee shop. Lots of Jennifer's friends came out to help us celebrate, and of course now they're my friends, too. There was plenty of danceable music from my era playing from a box that was something like a Victrola, but smaller and with <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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shiny silver disks. It played catchy tunes like "Charleston" and "Ain't She Sweet" and "Black Bottom," and but, as usual for the 21st century, nobody danced. What is wrong with people these days? I couldn't keep my feet still!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Right before the book launch, we took an automobile trip across the United States from Florida to Idaho with Jennifer's friend Tracy. In the 1920s "Tracy" is usually a gentleman's name, but in the 21st century I find it's frequently applied to girls. I like Tracy very much and she seems to like me, too. My favorite part of the trip was </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">spending a few days at Pensacola, where we sat on the beach and watched the moon rise. Jennifer and Tracy kept remarking on the heat and saying they wished the cooling mechanism in the car hadn't broken, but I didn't quite understand what they were talking about. I mean, who would ever expect to push a button and cause cool air to pour forth in a hot car in the middle of a Florida September? Frankly, that sounds like something out of Jules Verne. I think the heat must have gone to their heads and made them temporarily delusional. I, on the other hand, was supremely comfortable, having selected an appropriately cool cotton traveling frock and shaded sun hat. Discomfort can be avoided with just a little foresight and planning.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Here in the 1920s, Florida is enjoying a great land boom (some are calling it a "bubble"). The railroads are promoting the state as a vacation paradise, the "American Riviera." There's lots of new construction going on, and brand-new highways from major northern cities like New York and Chicago are making it easier for people to drive down there to escape the winter. Towns like Miami and Boca Raton are booming. Of course, some people have lost their shirts on land deals gone bad, and a few doom-and-gloomers are predicting that the boom won't last. I guess time will tell.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Thank you for stopping by!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Toodles,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Marjorie </span>Marjorie Corriganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02295194818631768007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341713102364583705.post-11892993877721231292016-08-11T08:18:00.000-07:002016-08-17T08:14:20.364-07:00That swoony fellow in Menswear...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So...his name is Peter, he works in The Store for Men at Marshall Field's. Here's what I've been able to ferret out so far. He's new at the
company, and he came from New York and worked at Macy's or Gimbel's or
one of those places. And I see him too often talking to that slinky
redhead from Fine Jewelry. I may sneak over to Menswear on my lunch
break and see what he's up to.<br />
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The thing is, he looks exactly like somebody I used to know. Trouble is, that somebody is supposed to be dead--struck down on a battlefield in France, not selling neckties and cufflinks at Marshall Field's. So it can't be the same person. Can it?<br />
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<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Youre-Cream-Coffee-Jennifer-Lamont-ebook/dp/B01JD9XJ3S" target="_blank">Read the story</a> and find out. Marjorie Corriganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02295194818631768007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341713102364583705.post-11566343985786943972016-08-02T12:28:00.002-07:002016-08-03T10:54:36.231-07:00Now available for pre-order: You're the Cream in My Coffee!<span style="font-family: inherit;">He-e-e-ere we go! Our novel is now available for <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Youre-Cream-Coffee-Jennifer-Lamont-ebook/dp/B01JD9XJ3S" target="_blank">pre-order on Amazon</a>! (A flattering image of me on the cover, <i>n'est-ce pas</i>? Too bad I have absolutely no memory of when it was taken...) Hop on over and order <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Youre-Cream-Coffee-Jennifer-Lamont-ebook/dp/B01JD9XJ3S" target="_blank">yours</a><span style="font-family: inherit;">. Then it will automatically <span style="font-family: inherit;">be delivered to you on September 15, without your having to<span style="font-family: inherit;"> think about it<span style="font-family: inherit;"> again.</span></span></span></span></span><br />
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A lovely author friend named <a href="https://susiefinkbeiner.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Susie Finkbeiner</a> (author of <i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B015ER5KB2" target="_blank">A Cup of Dust</a></i>) wrote: <br />
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single inch of this novel is delightful. From the start Marjorie Corrigan
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<span style="font-family: "courier new"; font-size: 10.0pt;">The
cat¹s pajamas! Rich in jazzy details of 1920s Chicago, You¹re the Cream
in My Coffee is a sparkling debut novel. With an adventurous heroine,
intriguing side characters, and a thought-provoking message, this
story will keep you riveted. Jennifer Lamont Leo is a name to watch in
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">Be sure to <i>check out</i> Susie's and Sarah's books as well! They write inspirational historical fiction, just like Jennifer does. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">Love,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">Marjorie</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">xoxoxo</span></span></div>
Marjorie Corriganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02295194818631768007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341713102364583705.post-60542466312525565832016-07-23T08:00:00.003-07:002016-07-23T08:27:14.069-07:0010 Little-Known Facts About MeI'm taking a fun challenge posed by <a href="http://jenniferlamontleo.com/blog" target="_blank">my author</a> to tell you 10 things about myself. Even though she<a href="http://jenniferlamontleo.com/my-books" target="_blank"> wrote a whole novel about me</a> (revealing some of my most cringe-worthy moments, naturally), there are some other things you might be interested to know. Some of them made it into <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Youre-Cream-Coffee-Jennifer-Lamont/dp/1938499077" target="_blank"><i>You're the Cream in My Coffee</i></a>, and some didn't.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me as a nursing student. </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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1. In an early version of the novel, I was a nursing student instead of a clerk at Marshall Field & Co. From my point of view, the nursing profession was interesting, but I didn't fare all that well around blood (in the photo at left, I look like I'm posing winsomely, but I'm actually holding myself up lest I faint). Plus, Field's offers a clothing discount. So that was a change I could live with.<br />
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2. I met my boyfriend Richard one day when my sister Helen fell while roller-skating and cut her lip. He was the doctor on call at Kerryville General. Helen got stitches, and I got a date.<br />
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3. When I was a girl, I had a huge crush on my older brother's best friend, Jack, and he liked me back. I never really got over it when he was killed in the Great War.<br />
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4. My stepmother, Frances, and I don't always get along. But I must admit, she makes the best caramel cake in town.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Frances's caramel cake--yum!</td></tr>
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5. Sometimes when my roommate, Dot, is at work, I try on her hats. She has dozens, which makes sense, since she works in the Millinery department at Field's. I'd try on her evening gowns, too, but unfortunately I can't squeeze into them.<br />
6. When I was growing up, two of my sewing projects won blue ribbons in the county fair. I used to dream about becoming a great dress designer like Coco Chanel.<br />
7. Unlike Dot, who moonlights as a cabaret singer, I can't carry a tune in a bucket.<br />
8. Helen is dying to get her hair bobbed in the latest fashion, but Frances is making her wait. Outwardly I support Helen, but secretly I hope she keeps her blond braids for as long as possible. I will miss them when they go.<br />
9. When things are slow in Ladies' Nightwear, I sometimes read magazines in the stockroom. One time when Mrs. Cross caught me perusing a copy of <i>Photoplay</i>, I told her I was researching fashion trends of movie <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lupe Velez. Lounging pajamas.</td></tr>
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stars. This was a stretch, but there was one photo of Lupe Velez wearing lounging pajamas that were later copied by Field's and sold in Ladies' Nightwear, so it wasn't a complete lie.<br />
10. I can't swim. But I look awfully cute in my bathing costume.<br />
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All right, I've spilled my secrets (at least <i>some </i>of them)...now you should, too. What's one thing that nobody knows about you? <br />
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xoxo<br />
MarjorieMarjorie Corriganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02295194818631768007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341713102364583705.post-3776497520725331602016-07-06T11:26:00.001-07:002016-07-06T11:37:57.789-07:00It's coming!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Our novel is coming out in a little over two months! Here's what the publisher says about it:<br />
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In 1928, Chicago rocks to the rhythm of the Jazz Age, and
Prohibition's in full swing. Small-town girl Marjorie Corrigan [that's me!], visiting
the city for the first time, has sworn that coffee's the strongest
thing that will pass her lips. But her quiet, orderly life turns
topsy-turvy when she spots her high school sweetheart--presumed killed
in the Great War--alive and well in a train station. Suddenly everything
seems up for grabs.<br />
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Although the stranger insists he's not who she thinks he is, Marjorie
becomes obsessed with finding out the truth. To the dismay of her fiance
and family, she moves to the city and takes a job at a department store
so she can spy on him. Meanwhile, the glittering world of her roommate,
Dot, begins to look awfully enticing--especially when the object of her
obsession seems to be part of that world. Is it really that terrible to
bob her hair and shorten her skirt? To visit a speakeasy? Just for
coffee, of course.<br />
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But what about her scruples? What about the successful young doctor to
whom she's engaged, who keeps begging her to come back home where she
belongs? And what, exactly, is going on at the store's loading dock so
late at night?<br />
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Amid a whirlwind of trials and temptations, Marjorie must make a choice.
Will the mystery man prove to be the cream in her coffee--the missing
ingredient to the life she years for? Or will he leave only bitterness
in her heart? [Well, I'm certainly not going to spill the beans. You'll just have to read the book and find out!]<br />
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<b>Join the Cream Team!</b> I'm told that the purpose of the Cream Team is
to help launch the novel into the reader-sphere by reading a pre-pub PDF
edition, reviewing it on Amazon and/or Goodreads, recommending it to
others, talking it up on social media, and (last but certainly not
least) praying for the project and its author. :) [Here in the 1920s, I don't know what all those strange terms mean--PDF? social media? But it all sounds impressive, doesn't it?]In return you get <a href="http://jenniferlamontleo.com/" target="_blank">Jennifer</a>'s
undying gratitude (and mine), plus some nifty bonuses and prizes along the way,
including 2 copies of the print edition to keep or share with friends.<br />
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If you'd like to join the Cream Team, mail an electronic message to Jennifer at <a href="mailto:jenny@jenniferlamontleo.com" target="_blank">jenny@jenniferlamontleo.com</a> Apparently this is the 21st-century equivalent of dialing her up on the telephone.<br />
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XOXOXO<br />
MarjorieMarjorie Corriganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02295194818631768007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341713102364583705.post-8430187221493787092016-06-27T11:36:00.003-07:002016-06-27T11:36:48.750-07:00The Roaring Twenties: A Family Connection!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I was thrilled this morning when <a href="http://jenniferlamontleo.com/" target="_blank">my author</a> shared the photo above with me. It's her great-aunt, Dorothy Mulac, who in the Roaring Twenties lives right here in Chicago. I must look her up! How pretty she is, and so stylish. The style of hat she's wearing is called a "cloche," which is French for "bell" because of its shape. Some people called it a "helmet." It looks like Dorothy's hair has been bobbed short, which is considered quite daring in our day. From the little Jennifer knew of her great-aunt, she was not a shy lady, but a bolder sort of personality. Her facial expression here indicates that she brooks no nonsense. But she is quite pretty, with those piercing dark eyes, which, alas, Jennifer did not inherit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Here is a poster that a barber of the time might have put up as he more or less reluctantly accepted the rush of feminine customers requesting his skills with a razor. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">My own personal story of getting my hair bobbed will soon be available to all and sundry in <a href="http://jenniferlamontleo.com/my-books/" target="_blank"><i>You're the Cream in My Coffee</i></a>, releasing September 2016. I did the deed under the questionable influence of my dear friend, who ironically is also named Dorothy, but everyone calls her Dot. With bobbed hair, she looks like <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louise_Brooks" target="_blank">Louise Brooks</a>. Me, not so much, but I like it anyway.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">XOXO</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Marjorie</span><br />
Marjorie Corriganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02295194818631768007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341713102364583705.post-30055068520318998362016-06-13T16:14:00.000-07:002016-06-14T05:08:51.083-07:00Trouble Brewing: A Roaring Twenties Short Story<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Oooh, am I ever in hot water! I've just been informed by <a href="http://jenniferlamontleo.com/" target="_blank">my author</a> (and rather rudely, too, I must say) that I've neglected to tell you about <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Trouble-Brewing-Roaring-Twenties-Short-ebook/dp/B01DTKZWAU" target="_blank"><i>Trouble Brewing</i></a>, the short story she penned about the time our landlady was brewing something suspicious in her kitchen and somebody called the cops. It wasn't me who called, I swear, although, let me tell you, our apartment stank to high heaven for days. Not even the clouds of "Evening in Paris" that Dot sprayed all over the place did any good. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Anyway, <a href="http://jenniferlamontleo.com/" target="_blank">Jennifer </a>thought the whole incident made a whopping good story and wrote it up for your amusement. Apparently she finds my life ever so much more interesting than her own, poor dear. It's currently <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Trouble-Brewing-Roaring-Twenties-Short-ebook/dp/B01DTKZWAU" target="_blank">free on Amazon</a>, or free to Amazons, or free for people living along the Amazon, or something like that. Still working on getting your 21st-century lingo down.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">xoxoxo</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Marjorie</span>Marjorie Corriganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02295194818631768007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341713102364583705.post-3321762763433588352016-06-13T15:02:00.000-07:002016-06-14T16:57:33.195-07:00Porch party!<br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">"An informal porch party, with the right sort of
hostess, will rouse enthusiasm...More strenuous but quite as well
worthwhile, are community picnics...Refreshments...
should be homemade if practicable. Too often our fashions for public
luncheons are settled by the caterers, and what they find it most
convenient to serve. Wherever there is a
historical aspect about our picnic...why not plan the food to be served
to fit the period as carefully as we do the costumes? Few would be ready
to lend choice, old
china, even to decorate the tables, but it may be there are some pewter
platters and pitchers, that would not be injured by use, and would lend
an 'air' to the whole feast.
Pies and doughnuts, loaf cakes and cookies are to be chosen rather than
the ices and angel cakes of the present day, and often will win applause
because they are less common
than ice cream. Since ice cream cones have become daily food, it is no
longer a rarity, a 'treat,' in the old sense of that word."<br />
---"Summer Celebrations," Anna Barrows <i>American Cookery</i>, June-July 1925 (p. 23-26) </span><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">What could be more fun in the summertime than a party on the porch? Just call the neighbors over and enjoy a feast! Anna Barrows was talking here about an Independence Day party, hence the reference to historic costumes. Oodles of patriotic fun! (But since when did ice cream cones become "daily food"? In my dreams!)</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">A porch party wouldn't really work in the Chicago two-flat Dot and I share--unless it were an intimate picnic <i>a deux</i> on the miniscule back porch, which sounds romantic but made less so by the presence of the landlady's lawn mowing apparatus. But it would be just the thing for the big porch of my parents' home in Kerryville.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Just three more months until <a href="http://jenniferlamontleo.com/my-books/" target="_blank">our book</a> comes out! Then obscure references like "Kerryville" and "Chicago two-flat" will make sense to you--I promise!</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">xoxoxo</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Marjorie </span></b><br />
<br />Marjorie Corriganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02295194818631768007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341713102364583705.post-70647246999777484342016-05-02T11:43:00.001-07:002016-05-02T11:43:35.592-07:00Slimming Down, 1920s Style<span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="http://jenniferlamontleo.com/2016/05/02/sparkling-vintage-health-shaping-my-future/" target="_blank">My author</a> and I have embarked on a health regime together. She thinks life in the 21st century is taking a toll on her figure and her health, not to mention her nerves, and I'm inclined to agree. I tend toward a few too many curves myself, especially to suit the straight, boyish silhouette of my day--a look I can achieve only with substantial corsetting. Still, not to gloat, but I am substantially slimmer than Jennifer. So I've sent her a few helpful dieting tips from the 1920s, which I'm sure she'll appreciate after she's calmed down. After all, I'm only trying to help.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Here's how the average person stays slim in the 1920s:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">*Eat real food. Not all this factory-made, processed stuff created in a laboratory. Laboratories bring to mind Dr. Frankenstein, a favorite subject of silent pictures. Having seen various versions on the silver screen, I'd have to say no, thanks, to any food that comes out of a laboratory. You simply don't know what's in it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">*Mind your portions. Here in the 1920s, we drink coffee in a cup and saucer, 8 ounces at a time. Even when we add cream and sugar, it amounts to maybe 45 calories. On my visits to your era, I see people gulping down gigantic mugs of the stuff with all manner of sweeteners and creamers, to the tune of hundreds of calories. At the movies we nibble a bag of popcorn; you moderns order a great tubful and chomp it down like there's no tomorrow. Our Coca-Cola came in a dainty 8-ounce bottle. Yours tops 20 ounces. And so on. Honestly, do you really need all that food? I think not, especially if you're not swinging a hammer, beating rugs, or plowing the back forty all day long.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">*Put some elbow grease into your chores. So many things are done for you in the 21st century, or </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">made much easier by electricity. Forego that noisy lawn mower and push a manual one up and down the lawn a few times. Haul your wet laundry outside and hang it on the line to dry. Scrub the floor on your hands and knees. After all that, if you still need exercise, take a walk!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Of course, we have our quackery, too, here in the 1920s, from tapeworms to fad diets to questionable diet elixirs. Caveat emptor! And we do have those curious Lucky Strike ads urging </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">people to lose weight by smoking cigarettes, which I understand would <u>never, ever fly</u> in your day. Still, if the 21st century moderns could stop laughing at us once in a while and take a look at how we did things, they might learn a thing or two.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">XOXOXO</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Marjorie</span><br />
<span id="goog_1598826150"></span><span id="goog_1598826151"></span>Marjorie Corriganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02295194818631768007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341713102364583705.post-27596772116132168642016-04-28T09:43:00.002-07:002016-04-28T10:43:36.184-07:00How Green Were My 1920s (or, We Recycled Before it was Cool)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Hello! Marjorie here, back from a visit to the 21st century, where I've been helping <a href="http://jenniferlamontleo.com/" target="_blank">my author</a> put the finishing touches on <a href="http://jenniferlamontleo.com/fiction/" target="_blank">my story</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">One thing I noticed on my visit was how concerned most people are with the state of the environment. Such people are described as having a "green" lifestyle, or being "green." </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Here in the 1920s, a person who describes herself as "green" is either (1) very new at something, such as being "green" on the job, i.e., just learning the ropes, or (2) feeling a bit queasy, perhaps after last night's questionable chop suey. In your era it means being careful about the environment, conserving natural resources, not being wasteful, and tidying up the planet.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I don't want to toot my own horn, but you moderns didn't invent recycling, you know. For eons even before I came along, parents have been telling children to "waste not, want not" and "clean up your mess." In other words, be green!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Here are a few specific ways that the 1920s are environmentally sound:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">*We use reusable glass containers instead of plastic. Glass is the perfect thing for bottles, containers, dishes, and all manner of things. Of course once in a while we drop it and it breaks, but not very often, if we pay attention to what we are doing instead of mooning about with our heads in the clouds, or our faces in our telephones.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">*When we're thirsty, we drink tap water or well water instead of buying it in plastic bottles from the grocery store--bottles that contain some not-nice chemicals and then need to be discarded. Of course, we love our Coca-Cola and cream soda, too, but they are treats, not everyday staples of our diet.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">*We cook most of our meals at home, and feel a little sorry for the lonely souls living in boarding houses who have to eat their meals out all the time. We use fewer prepackaged and convenience foods, because they are just beginning to come on the market, are expensive, and frankly, we don't think they taste all that great. In the 1920s, Clarence Birdseye is just developing his method for flash-freezing foods, and most of us don't have a deep-freeze to store them in, anyway. For the most part we use fresh ingredients. Our idea of a convenience food is something from a can, and most of us try not to overly rely on canned goods, but save them for occasions when life gets crazy-hectic and we have to rely on what we call a "pantry dinner" (and we try not to let that happen too often).</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">*We have many fewer electrical appliances than you do--hardly any, in fact! You-there in 2016 have electric dishwashers, blenders, toasters, vacuum cleaners, whirligigs and whatnots. We do most all our chores by hand, which helps us get in our exercise, too. We also don't use electric hair dryers, rollers, or curling irons. We curl our hair using pincurls on wet hair and letting it air-dry, or by heating curling irons on the stove (where we also heat our irons for pressing clothes. I notice that many of you in the 21st century have done away with your irons entirely due to your "miracle" fabrics that don't wrinkle. And even when they do wrinkle, you don't seem to care as much as we do about going around looking rumpled and unkempt. But that's another topic for another day!)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Of course in the 1920s we do have factories that belch unsavory substances into the air, and our automobiles chug along with nary a care about "emissions." I never said we were perfect! But in terms of daily life, a lot of what seems newly "green" to you is plain old common sense to us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Toodles,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Marjorie</span>Marjorie Corriganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02295194818631768007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341713102364583705.post-72987305615367922682016-02-13T08:29:00.002-08:002016-02-13T18:14:55.679-08:00Happy Valentine's Day from Marjorie<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I love this image because it reminds me of my kid sister, Helen. Her head is always in the clouds and she's a dreamy romantic at heart. And she LOVES clever costumes like this one. Her life's ambition is to become an actress, a fact brought out in <i>You're the Cream in My Coffee</i> when she's tapped to recite "The Wreck of the Hesperus" at the Kerryville High School Spring Fling.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Sometimes, though, Helen's life ambition seems to change hourly. For example, when she met Amelia Earhart at a book signing at Marshall Field's, she briefly wanted to become an aviatrix. That </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">ambition lasted until she learned how much math is involved in learning to pilot an aeroplane. </span></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Recreational skiing really took off in the 1920s, you know. We Midwestern gals have our Scandinavian neighbors to thank for creating early ski hills in snowy Michigan, Wisconsin, and Minnesota. The Norwegians, Finns, Swedes, and Danes were, of course, long accustomed to scooting around on skis in the winter, just to get from one place to another, and they brought those skills with them when the immigrated to the U.S.By the late 1800s ski-jumping competitions were being held at places like Ishpeming, Michigan, as well as back east in mountainous Vermont and New Hampshire. The famous resort at Sun Valley, Idaho, won't open until 1937. But the handy rope tow was invented in 1910. And lo and behold, skiing is a sport both daring and graceful, and loads of fun for ladies like me, both on the slopes and off.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">I love the exhilaration of gliding down the hills, wind in my hair and snowflakes in my eyelashes, but </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">my very favorite time is"apres-ski" (that's French for "after-ski"), when we gather in huts to warm up over mugs of steaming hot beverages and impress each other with tales of our feats of derring-do (and flirt with attractive men in </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">thick sweaters. I think I'll knit matching sweaters in a tricky Fair Isle pattern, one for me and one for my beau! Maybe if I start now I can finish them by next Christmas. Or maybe it would be wiser just to check out The Store for Men at Marshall Field's. What do you think?</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Marjorie</span></b><br />
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<br />Marjorie Corriganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02295194818631768007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341713102364583705.post-83948818327738522062015-12-31T21:39:00.001-08:002015-12-31T21:39:13.382-08:00Happy new year......from my decade to yours!<br />
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Marjorie Corriganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02295194818631768007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341713102364583705.post-4458359417703199122015-12-24T08:08:00.004-08:002015-12-24T08:08:32.976-08:00Merry Christmas from Marjorie!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Christmas shopping's almost done.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Now it's time for lots of fun!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">But first,remember why we're here</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">To celebrate this time of year.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">The Baby in the manger stall,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">The King who came to save us all. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Wishing you the merriest of Christmases, from my decade to yours,</span></div>
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Marjorie Corriganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02295194818631768007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341713102364583705.post-91995565812617375592015-12-19T16:57:00.000-08:002015-12-20T06:47:15.419-08:00The Christmas Robe: A Roaring Twenties Short Story<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Well, whaddya know? A Christmas short story starring ME! It's set in the 1920s at Chicago's Marshall Field & Co. at Christmastime...what could be better?</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">I hear "<a href="http://smile.amazon.com/Christmas-Robe-Roaring-Twenties-Short-ebook/dp/B019KW8438/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1450568387&sr=8-1&keywords=The+Christmas+Robe+Leo" target="_blank">The Christmas Robe" is available on Amazon</a> (although <i>why</i> I don't know, because it has absolutely <i>nothing</i> to do with the world's longest river...in fact, there's no river in it at all...), but you can obtain a copy FREE from <a href="http://jenniferlamontleo.com/2015/12/19/the-christmas-robe-a-free-short-story-and-a-request/" target="_blank">the author's website</a>.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">I hope you enjoy this story about the time I coveted something special for Christmas, and wound up with a gift that was better than I could imagine. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Gotta run . . . big sale on bay rum, and I still need gifts for Pop and Charlie!</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Toodles,</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Marjorie </span></b>Marjorie Corriganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02295194818631768007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341713102364583705.post-58127340668389307742015-12-15T10:23:00.001-08:002015-12-15T10:49:57.062-08:00Oh, snap!<span style="font-size: x-large;">Sometimes I don't think I'll ever understand twenty-first-century technology. Would you believe that <a href="http://jenniferlamontleo.com/" target="_blank">my author</a> uses her telephone to take photographs? This enables her to sneak snapshots of me when I've just woken up and haven't even had time to comb my hair.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="http://jenniferlamontleo.com/" target="_blank"><i>(She</i></a> seems to think it's funny. Well, <i>har-de-har-har</i>.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">A telephone that takes photographs, indeed. What's next...a radio that transmits motion pictures? That'll be the day . . .</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Now, here in 1920s, THIS is a camera. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I received one from my parents as a Christmas gift one year. What was <i>your</i> first camera? </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Hope you're enjoying a very merry Christmas season, out there in the future!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Marjorie</span>Marjorie Corriganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02295194818631768007noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341713102364583705.post-5997184161380768652015-10-19T06:09:00.000-07:002015-10-19T06:09:15.594-07:00What I Wore: Fashion Plate Edition<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I stumbled across this enlightening post from Marie Claire. It's a <a href="http://www.marieclaire.co.uk/blogs/545941/1920s-fashion-icons-who-defined-twenties-style.html" target="_blank">list of 18 stylish ladies </a>of my era, the 1920s. Go have a look at them and then come back and tell me which one you like the best.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Style-wise, you're most likely to find me wearing a skirt-and-sweater combo like Clara Bow's, and I am also a big fan of the cloche hat like Doris Hill is wearing. My roommate, Dot, resembles Louise Brooks up top there, lucky girl. Whenever I need to look more glamorous than normal, I borrow an ensemble from Dot, except for that one time when I "borrowed" an expensive gown from Field's for a special event and disaster ensued. Jennifer is putting that incident in our forthcoming novel, because apparently she doesn't believe in maintaining a character's dignity. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Speaking of the novel, she just turned the second round of edits in to the publisher. I keep telling her that if she'd write the story perfectly the first time, it wouldn't need any edits. She doesn't seem to find my advice helpful and in fact seemed a little put out by it. Talk about your thin skin! Geez Louise.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">What do you think about the fashions of my era? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Marjorie</span>Marjorie Corriganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02295194818631768007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341713102364583705.post-51888726318786475342015-10-06T07:33:00.001-07:002015-10-06T07:37:15.867-07:00What I Wore: Football Edition<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here in the 1920s, we like football almost as much as you do. It's a fresh, new sport that's fun to watch, whether it's the Chicago Bears or the original "<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monsters_of_the_Midway" target="_blank">Monsters of the Midway</a>," the University of Chicago Maroons (a team which, I understand, no longer exists in your era).<br />
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The <a href="http://fashionencyclopedia.com/" target="_blank">Fashion Encyclopedia</a> says, "Attending sporting events was a popular leisure time practice during the
1920s. Fashion-conscious spectators dressed in attire appropriate for a
variety of sports events. Often fashion was dictated by the weather. For
instance, male and female college students who attended autumn and early
winter football games wore bulky raccoon fur coats or heavy tan-colored
camel hair and woolen polo coats belted at the waist or with a partial
belt at the back. Women's sportswear was becoming more masculine.
By the late 1920s college-aged women wore tailored woolen tweed suits with
knee-length skirts and loose-fitting slacks to collegiate sports events."<br />
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I think "masculine" might be going a bit too far, but I have borrowed a few ideas from my brother Charlie's closet, including tweed, sturdy leather shoes, and felt hats. I do, however, draw the line at wearing slacks, at least in Kerryville. In a big city like Chicago I might get way with something that daring, but I'd rather not chance it.<br />
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In the 1920s, both women and men like to wear raccoon coats to football games. I'd like one that <br />
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looked like the picture on the right (which is actually opossum), but they're too expensive for my budget. Sure would keep the chill off in the stands at Soldier Field, where the wind whips off Lake Michigan! <br />
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Did you know that the Chicago Bears (and professional football in general) got its start during my era? In 1920, Mr. George Halas founded a team called the Decatur Staleys. In 1922 they were renamed the Chicago Bears. The nice man over at the <a href="http://chicagobears.com/" target="_blank">Chicago Bears website</a> told me this: "The first major signing took place in 1925 when
the Bears signed Red Grange to a contract. Halas then took Grange and
the Bears on a coast-to-coast barnstorming tour in which the club played
16 games in nine weeks. The first game of that stretch was played
before 36,000 at the team's home site, Wrigley Field."<br />
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Wrigley Field, of course, is now where the Chicago Cubs play baseball. The Bears' Soldier Field was built in 1924 (although the first game played there did not involve the Bears, but was a college game between Notre Dame and Northwestern). Originally called the Grant Park Municipal Stadium, it was soon renamed to honor the men who fought in the Great War. In the 1920s we think Soldier Field is very grand, like a Greek temple with its columns and porticos, but I see you 21st-century people done something with it that makes it look like a bathtub toy. <br />
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Until next time,<br />
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Marjorie<br />
XXX000Marjorie Corriganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02295194818631768007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341713102364583705.post-42886426617797375032015-09-28T10:58:00.003-07:002015-09-28T11:09:23.333-07:00My love life, such as it is<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Richard, looking a little less buttoned-up than usual.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>A few people have asked rather impertinent questions about the state of my love life. So here it is: I'm engaged to Richard, a handsome doctor whom my stepmother adores, because when he and I get married, her notch in the status hierarchy of our small hometown will be secured. </b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>What's Richard like? Well, he's <span style="line-height: 115%;">kind. Generous. Faithful. Prosperous. Toss in thrifty,
brave, and clean and he’d make the perfect Boy Scout. Perfect husband and father material.</span></b></span></span><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><span style="line-height: 115%;">I've only met his parents once--a starched-linen affair in an atmosphere as chilly as the ice cubes
clinking in the silver pitcher. It was not an experience I am eager to repeat,
although of course I will embrace them as my parents-in-law once Richard and I tie the knot.</span></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><span style="line-height: 115%;">I must confess to finding a certain other man attractive. But he is rumored to be a bootlegger, and Girls Like Me don't give a second glance to bootleggers. Well, maybe a second glance, but certainly not a third! And absolutely not a fourth! </span></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><span style="line-height: 115%;">What do you think, dear readers? Am I doing the right thing by marrying Richard, or cooking my own goose?</span></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><span style="line-height: 115%;">Toodles,</span></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><span style="line-height: 115%;">Marjorie</span></b></span></span><br />
<br />Marjorie Corriganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02295194818631768007noreply@blogger.com0