How Green Were My 1920s (or, We Recycled Before it was Cool)

Hello! Marjorie here, back from a visit to the 21st century, where I've been helping my author put the finishing touches on my story.

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." 

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.

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!

Here are a few specific ways that the 1920s are environmentally sound:

*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.
*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.
*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).
*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!)

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.

Toodles,
Marjorie

Happy Valentine's Day from Marjorie

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 You're the Cream in My Coffee when she's tapped to recite "The Wreck of the Hesperus" at the Kerryville High School Spring Fling.

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
ambition lasted until she learned how much math is involved in learning to pilot an aeroplane.


 Happy Valentine's Day to you and yours!

XXXOOO
Marjorie

Schuss! Skiing in the '20s

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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.

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I love the exhilaration of gliding down the hills, wind in my hair and snowflakes in my eyelashes, but
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
Edward, the Prince of Wales, sporting a Fair Isle sweater
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?

See you on the slopes!

Marjorie


Merry Christmas from Marjorie!




Christmas shopping's almost done.
Now it's time for lots of fun!
But first,remember why we're here
To celebrate this time of year.
The Baby in the manger stall,
The King who came to save us all. 

Wishing you the merriest of Christmases, from my decade to yours,
 Marjorie

The Christmas Robe: A Roaring Twenties Short Story

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?

I hear "The Christmas Robe" is available on Amazon (although why I don't know, because it has absolutely nothing 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 the author's website.

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.

Gotta run . . . big sale on bay rum, and I still need gifts for Pop and Charlie!

Toodles,

Marjorie

Oh, snap!

Sometimes I don't think I'll ever understand twenty-first-century technology. Would you believe that my author 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.


I mean, honestly. Was this really necessary?
(She seems to think it's funny. Well, har-de-har-har.)

A telephone that takes photographs, indeed. What's next...a radio that transmits motion pictures? That'll be the day . . .

Now, here in 1920s, THIS is a camera.



I received one from my parents as a Christmas gift one year. What was your first camera? 

Hope you're enjoying a very merry Christmas season, out there in the future!

Toodles,

Marjorie