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At long last! Proof of the existance of the Spike Jones Market on Foothill Blvd. in La Crescenta (Los Angeles county) for all you doubters out there!

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Recently, drove with my father in the rented Buick Lucerne, with the satellite radio, down the coast highway from Malibu. Good to know the ocean is still there! Took Sunset through Soviet Monica, Brentwood, where the governator (Arnold Schwartzenegger) drives around in his Bentley, bel air, Beverly hills. On the sunset strip got behind some hotshot driving a Ferrari convertible for a few blocks. Went south on Fairfax, east on Beverly, where CBS is located, south on Rampart, east on sixth street, then through skid row — about two blocks of guys in sleeping bags, and winos wondering around, then took Alameda going north. Finally, arrived at Phillipe’s, which is always at or near the top of the best places to eat in LA–certainly the cheapest–coffee 9 cents — good coffee too!!!!!

Going back to Agoura hills, just jumped the 101 at Alameda, and beat the traffic!!!!!

Speaking of Jones, here is brie as fictional book character Junie B. Jones:

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Here is a classic school girl look:

Her hair is basically a Patty Duke flip!

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Here is the amazing Hillary Summers! (looks like she is pouting!)

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brie goes to hollywood

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Even though I lived in los Angeles county (La Crescenta –not far from the “Spike Jones market”), we were considered a bunch of rubes and corn-pones by the hipsters and hucksters of Hollywood!

 

Oh!

Even more previously, back in high school I actually had some money, which was most unusual. So, early one Saturday morning I jumped on the bus to Glendale, then transferred to the Hollywood bus. I was looking to buy some coins!

 

Just after  I got off the bus in Hollywood,

a character looking very much like Oscar Levant the famous personality and piano player, was clutching a transistor radio to his ear and yelled out “Alexander’s Rag Time band!”

 

As it was too early for any coin stores (I assumed there would be at least one good one within walking distance from Hollywood & Vine) to be opened, I decided to go to the famous (in los Angeles anyway) Cherokee book store, where upstairs you could find Burt Blum the king of the comic books! It was early on Saturday morning and Burt seemed irritable, as if he knew I was only there to look and not to buy. So, I asked if he had any STI’s (Screen Thrills Illustrated). He responded that he had all the STI’s. I became excited and asked if I could see STI issue # 10,

which was not only the last issue, but the only one I had never seen as I had all the others myself. Burt said that it was locked in the cabinet with the good stuff, and he would only unlock the cabinet, if I wanted to buy it. So, disappointed I left. If I had been actor Billy Mumy (“Lost in Space”),  reported in the LA Times as being a customer of the Cherokee book shop, that cabinet would have come flying open!

(If I could have foretold the future, perhaps I would have picked up a collectable “Super Boy” comic in order to impress Ginger at the university some years in the future.)

 

Still kind of early for any coin stores to be open. So, I went into an old drug store, where, back then, it was common to have a sort of restaurant. This was before the current fast food industry almost completely took everything over. While eating a sweet roll, washed down with black coffee, I noticed that “Oscar” was in there talking to some gal, and that there was a display case containing coins! Since Oscar (or someone greatly resembling him—I was dying to ask, but I wasn’t a tourist, besides, he could easily deny his identity) was a well known hypochondriac, it actually made sense that he would own a drug store to save money on any medicine he would be taking. I inquired of Oscar about the coins.  The upshot of which was that I purchased a Mexican two peso gold coin.

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A would-be night club singer, Bobby Duke, claiming to be Patty Duke’s

cousin at night outside my window, underneath a sheet tapping on the glass, and going “boooo!” He and his buddy (side kick?) were both adults, but acting like kids. Hard to imagine them tag teaming mom. They were only around for  about a month. Guess night club singers have to keep moving.

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” You’re the most beautiful woman on XTube, especially your hair. You have the most beautiful hair.

Don’t go away. I’ll be back in a minute. “

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variously,

lovely catwoman costume!

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emy george milf

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kate wearing her blue sneakers

 

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sissy socks

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unkown european bobby-soxer

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um whatever shall i do with my pink maribou slippers?

oh! i know!

oh! dearest baby! you make mommy brie feel so good!

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the other patty

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brie doing the “Patty Duke Show.”

The amazing Patty Duke was mentioned previously in this blog.

However, there was another Patty!

“Patty McCormack (born August 21, 1945) is an American actress with a career in theater, films and television.

She achieved success as a child actress, portrayed Rhoda Penmark,

an eight-year-old sociopath and fledgling serial killer, in The Bad Seed (1954). She was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Supporting Actress for her role in the film version, The Bad Seed (1956).and received a nomination for an Academy Award for Best Supporting Actress for her performance (1956).

Her acting career has continued with supporting roles in film and television, including a more recent performance as Pat Nixon in Frost/Nixon (2008).”

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Luridly, more brie the bobby-soxer:


and more bobby-soxing with saddle shoes!

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Little miss adorable Dawn

Sitting on a tuffet next to her cat

Before the action ensues!

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“According to Las Vegas Weekly, the [Liberace] museum,

which exhibited the jewelry, pianos, garish gowns and other artifacts owned by the great pianist, has fallen victim to the economy.

At its peak, the museum rivaled the Hoover Dam as one of the state’s most popular tourist attractions, bringing in more than 400,000 visitors per year. Liberace Foundation Board of Directors Chair Jeffrey Koep informed the staff last week all full and part time positions will be eliminated October 17.”

I visited there about 5 years ago. After which i went to the nearby “Blueberry Hill” coffee shop for a waffle washed down with black coffee. Really old song “Anna” on the jukebox. Is that the fab four? Yes! From an old vee jay album no doubt.  At one time (that would be the seventies) Liberace and Elvis were the biggest entertainers in Vega$.

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Sultry “Patricia Neal (January 20, 1926 – August 8, 2010) was an American actress of stage and screen. She was best known for her roles as World War II widow Helen Benson in The Day the Earth Stood Still (1951), wealthy matron Emily Eustace Failenson in Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961), and middle-aged housekeeper Alma Brown

in Hud (1963), for which she won the Academy Award for Best Actress.”


In 1949 Her appearance  in The Fountainhead coincided with her on-going affair with her married co-star, Gary Cooper. By 1952, Neal had starred in The Breaking Point,  and Operation Pacific, starring John Wayne. She suffered a nervous breakdown around this time, following the end of her relationship with Cooper, and left Hollywood for New York, returning to Broadway in a revival of The Children’s Hour, in 1952. She also acted in A Roomful of Roses in 1955 and as the mother in The Miracle Worker in 1959. In films, she starred in A Face in the Crowd (1957).”

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“Julie Kavner (born September 7, 1950) is an American film and television actress, comedian and voice artist. Noted for her role as Marge Simpson on the animated television series The Simpsons.

Born in Los Angeles, Kavner grew up in Southern California. Known for her improvisation and distinctive voice, Kavner was cast in her first professional acting role as Brenda Morgenstern

in Rhoda in 1974. Following Rhoda, Kavner was cast in The Tracey Ullman Show, which debuted in 1987. The Tracey Ullman Show included a series of animated shorts about a dysfunctional family. Voices were needed for the shorts, so the producers decided to ask Kavner to voice Marge. The shorts would eventually be spun off into The Simpsons.


Kavner has been described as “nearly reclusive”; part of her contract says that she will never have to promote The Simpsons on video.”

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sissy-soxing:



The Lost Semester

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former math student brie

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Had to read a history book and write about it. Asked history teacher what to read: “how about von Hindenburg – the greatest German general!” (said with way too much enthusiasm.)

So, remember reading von Hindenburg in the bath tub, and at other times listening to the soundtrack from “Goldfinger” on the record player, while washing the dishes – no automatic dish washer, no color TV. Yes! We did have food stamps. Also, listening to “Sonny and Cher on the radio in my mom’s car, watching “Name of the Game” on TV, and bent seventies movies such as “Billy Jack” in the theatres.

(Later got into the university with a state scholarship. Not that I’m a brainiac, but they did cut me some slack because of my low income family.)

Anyway, in my immediate family no color TV until 1975!

Previous to that a 19 inch black & white zenith that kept making noises in the back, and consequently needed to be repaired about every two years. This is before the Japanese showed us how to make televisions that would last 10, 12, or even 15 years without repairs, then you would just throw them out, and buy a new one without incurring a repair bill. Someone’s father in high school actually made a living as a television repairman, driving around in a van with his name on it!

Now, where I used to live in Los Angeles county (La Crescenta) people pay $600K+ for houses that are essentially dumps.

Both the husband and wife must be making at least 6 figures each! Used to have working class people living there, now they must be yuppies, prison guards, or baby boomers, who bought back in the seventies, or inherited their houses (I know who some of you are!), which also would keep their property taxes down somewhat.

Anyway, during the lost semester in Glendale, I was able to squeeze into a pair of my mom’s sling-back shoes, even with her  really tiny shoe size, because the back strap had some stretch. Also would wear her button font dress, then going out on the back patio,

during the day, which was on an alley, to pleasure myself – never got caught either! This was done for kicks.


Walked miles to school listening to contentious Joe Pyne on the transistor radio “Take a walk!” Sometimes stopped at the best (only?) book store in Glendale, which had an amazing assortment of pulp magazines from the 1930’s – “Who is Doc Savage?”

I’ll have to see the old abode. Last time in Southern California, I couldn’t find it, but I sent for a high school transcript,

which has the address on it. I suspect the old place, near the unemployment office and the donut stand, has been bulldozed, and something else has replaced it. Back then you actually had to go down to the unemployment office every two weeks, I think it was, to pick up your check. No mailing or by now I suspect they have direct deposit.

According to the high school transcript, I was still bored with mathematics, but next year back in La Crescenta I was amazed that in Algebra, if you correctly followed the procedures, then the correct answer resulted!

As I am writing this the world’s best mathematician is living in St. Petersburg, Russia, and is unemployed, living in an apartment with his mother, after having done research proving the Poincare conjecture. Can’t tell anymore, since I never did any graduate work. He (Perelman) apparently can go to Massachusetts anytime to pick up one million dollars for his proof. He really should grab the money even though last I heard he disdains the award. Perhaps he will change his mind—I would.

retro nurses & dolls

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brie with shirley temple doll!

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bree olson as daphne blake and bobbi starr as velma dinkley

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from the video “dolls:”


http://youtu.be/WIx87QjA9rk

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brie taking a break with retro nurses:

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from wikipedia:
Nurse Nancy

is an adult film by Director F.J. Lincoln released in 1991 by Caballero Studio. The movie stars Sandra Scream, Zara Whites, Alicyn Sterling, Peter North, Marc Wallice, Woody Long, and Tera Heart.Actor Paul Reubens, famously known for his Pee-wee Herman character, was arrested while allegedly exposing himself during a screening of this film in 1991. The incident became a major news story and influenced his shift to playing other roles.

also, not forgetting linda LOVELACE:

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Just when I was beginning to think that Valerie Solanas, who shot andy warhol, was right about men being completely useless, I encountered a certain video.

Behold the amazing event!

In order to raise some money, a sorority agreed to do a video showing a really beautiful coed doing it

with two studs.

With having taken only one psychology course, I can only guess at what was transpiring.

Even though the coed knew she was a ball-busting sorority girl, she had an opportunity to affirm that not only was she totally a woman, but that perhaps males were not entirely useless!

Certainly, there was also an element of pure hedonistic pleasure.

The coed has one stud in her vagina with a condom, while the other stud was in her mouth (no condom). When one stud was done, he pulled off the condom, spewing sperm on her rear end, thereby anointing her for her phallic worship, and the symbolism is of her aspiring to be a mom some day.

As this was going on, the other sorority sisters were drinking beer and cheering her on!

After the second hunk was through in her vagina, again the condom was yanked off spraying her belly.

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ALSO not forgetting lady sonia:

plus trisha:

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apparently visible in the background, what appears to be images of trisha when she was younger!

fantasy

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Fantasy in literature is so stultifying.

This brings to mind Ayn Rand.

I don’t really know what planet she was writing about.

If she had lived to see the future, she would have been astounded by all the big rip-offs selling us out to special interests!

For such a brilliant woman, she seemed rather naive.

Unaware that if you played by the rules, and the possibility existed that you might actually win the game, then more likely than not, your enemies would change the rules, making you a loser.

So “Atlas Shrugged” –big deal.

If you decide to quit, there are many others desiring to replace you, commensurate with you success. Your successor may not be as talented as you were, but the system doesn’t really care! Don’t let the door hit you on the way out bub.

I read an account of Ayn Rand having visited an all boy’s prep school, wearing a short skirt,

thereby causing a sensation among those present. She was no doubt charismatic. As a person she sounds way more interesting than her writing ever could be.

At a young age I read the monumental “Lord of the Rings” trilogy, and really can’t waste any more time on fantasy.

When unemployed during the eighties, I read Thomas Pynchon’s epic tome “Gravity’s Rainbow,” which verges on fantasy. We really don’t need any more writers trying to emulate Pynchon!

Same with the Harry Potter books. The author herself is way more interesting than a bunch of rubbish, as the British would say, about witches and such. Truly amazing how she came from nowhere to become such a success.

Modern society has a tendency to chew up people like sticks of gum before spitting them out, producing an abundance of  washed-up-has-beens.


The mythical summer

(The analog days before personal computers and the internet)

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I was living at the twin palms (actually had two palm trees in front) apartment on Hazletine ave in Van Nuys (Los Angeles). Had a temporary summer job, before my senior year at the university –no summer quarters back then, at a hinge factory, also in Van Nuys. The job consisted of taking the two parts of the hinge, putting them together, placing a pin in each end, and pounding the whole device together with a hammer all at once, then throwing the completed hinge into a box, repeating the entire process until either a scheduled break, lunch, or quitting time. Not too bad of a job because you got to sit at a table, while doing this. They hired a character, who said he was dishonorably discharged from the Navy for slugging an officer–something like that. Anyway this character claimed to be making “skin  flicks” (porno films) for his real job. One day an attractive female walked by, and he told us in obscene detail what he would like to do to her, and flirted with her every time she passed by the table. He didn’t last very long. I think he was fired for drinking booze out in the parking lot during lunch. Don’t know if he ever became famous in the porn industry. In the early days many of the porno stars came from New York to work in Los Angeles.

Back then what they were doing was technically illegal. So very often they liked to film in either Frisco, or Marin county to prevent the LAPD  vice squad from barging in on them.

During that summer I went with my cousin and her boyfriend to Oregon.

We were supposed to stay two weeks, but my cousin’s boyfriend got restless and was allergic to the cats.

So, we went back to LA after only a few days. Really, enjoyed myself in Oregon. The people we were staying with had moved up there from Los Angeles, and were living on welfare. They would get “commodities” such as cheese and beans. This was before Oregon went to food stamps.

Bertrand Russell’s “In Praise of Idleness” comes to mind.

Oh! One day at the temporary employment agency on Van Nuys blvd, they gave me 10 dollars to go across the street to the Bob’s Big Boy restaurant to buy donuts for the guys.

At Bob’s I purchased the donuts, and the waitress gave change for a 20 instead of for a 10.

So, I made 10 buck$ that day and had some donuts–one of my better days!

At the apartment, upstairs lived an older couple. Marge

was at least 50 years old.

Sometimes I could hear them making love. As they were doing it, Marge would sing. How very lovely, and it really turned me on, while i was wearing girlie clothes (some women’s sneakers from the Thrifty drug store, plus some stuff I had swiped from either my cousin or mom) getting off.


That summer Ginger

from the university sent me a letter. I wrote her back telling her that she should visit, and we could use the swimming pool, but she lived in San Pedro, and had the entire Pacific ocean. Don’t think she kept the letter as I am just a hack writer. She did get me to read Betty Freidan’s “Feminine Mystique”, and was trying to fix me up with her roommate — the old story. Ginger, though no great beauty like Michele (recently realized that Michele greatly resembled porn actress Hillary Summers!), but was exceedingly cute, and liked to wear tennis shoes with a skirt –no socks.


During Christmas break of our senior year, this friend of mine was giving me a ride from the dorm back to La Crescenta in his Corvair, with the 8 track player (he liked Johnny Cash –lots of hillbillies in Los Angeles, especially back then), found out that I had recently turned 21, and suggested we stop at this nude bar in Van Nuys. So, we each had a beer, while the woman on the stage  was dancing. She wasn’t entirely nude as she wore some high heels. She kept getting in the  way of the 8 millimeter stag (porno) films that were being shown, while another patron was eating a hamburger for lunch adjacent to the stage, nearly under the almost nude dancing woman.

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20 year old porn actress Vanilla Simms showing how its done:


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christine woods wearing saddle shoes:


 

Liz &

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the video “linda:”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S8m20x5AuCI

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“In 1961 Liz Taylor won her first Oscar for her portrayal of a call girl in a tortured affair with a married man in “Butterfield 8.”

Although she hated the part and the script, she agreed to the role because it ended her contractual obligations to MGM.
Her next project was “Cleopatra” for Twentieth Century Fox. Taylor was loath to take the title role and set her asking price at $1 million.

With a record-breaking final price tag of $62 million, the film ushered in a new era of excess in Hollywood. It nearly bankrupted Fox, which was forced to sell its back lot bordering Beverly Hills to a developer, who turned those 200 acres into Century City.

The production also launched the most turbulent period of Taylor’s life. She contracted pneumonia during filming in Rome and underwent an emergency tracheotomy. She was reported to be near death for days.

After she recovered and returned to the “Cleopatra” set, headlines around the world began to scream details of her affair with Burton. When the movie was finally released in 1963, the reviews were brutal, but audiences flocked to see its shameless-in-love stars.

Taylor co-starred with Burton in several more movies, including “The V.I.P.s” (1963); “The Sandpiper” (1965); “Doctor Faustus,” “The Comedians” and “The Taming of the Shrew” (all 1967); “Boom!” (1968); “Under Milk Wood” and “Hammersmith Is Out” (both 1972); and an aptly titled television movie, “Divorce His, Divorce Hers” (1973). Critics found most of their collaborations unremarkable.

The exception came in 1966, when the ritzy couple were cast against type in Edward Albee’s drama of marital angst, “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?”

Taylor gained 25 pounds and donned a gray wig and extra padding to play Martha, the frumpy, foul-mouthed, highly educated wife of Burton’s henpecked college professor. She was reportedly terrified by the challenge of playing a role so far removed from her glamorous persona.

Nichols put the Burtons and the other two cast members — George Segal and Sandy Dennis — through weeks of private rehearsals and closed the set during filming. Gradually, Taylor said, she grew so comfortable in her “Martha suit” that it freed her acting.

Critics lavished praise on her performance, calling it the best of her career. The film won five Oscars, including Taylor’s second for best actress. She also won awards from the National Board of Review, the Hollywood Foreign Press Assn., the New York Film Critics Circle and what is now the British Academy of Film and Television Arts.”

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jackie:


mommy jacy allen:


tatum reed:

wife wearing saddle shoes:

victoria mae:


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If “Sunset Boulvard” is not the best movie about Los Angeles, then certainly it’s the best movie ever made about Hollywood!

Sunset Boulevard (also known as Sunset Blvd.) is a 1950 American film noir directed and co-written by Billy Wilder. It was named after the boulevard that runs through Los Angeles and Beverly Hills, California.


The film stars William Holden as an unsuccessful screenwriter and Gloria Swanson as a faded silent movie star who draws him into her fantasy world, in which she dreams of making a triumphant return to the screen. Erich von Stroheim, Nancy Olson, Fred Clark, Lloyd Gough and Jack Webb play supporting roles. Director Cecil B. DeMille and gossip columnist Hedda Hopper play themselves, and the film includes cameo appearances by leading silent film actors Buster Keaton, H. B. Warner and Anna Q. Nilsson.


Praised by many critics when first released, Sunset Boulevard was nominated for eleven Academy Awards and won three. It is widely accepted as a classic, often cited as one of the most noteworthy films of American cinema. Deemed “culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant” by the U.S. Library of Congress in 1989, Sunset Boulevard was included in the first group of films selected for preservation in the National Film Registry. In 1998, it was ranked number twelve on the American Film Institute’s list of the 100 best American films of the 20th century.


An aging former star of silent movies, Desmond (Gloria Swanson) has withdrawn to her Gothic Beverly Hills mansion, off Sunset Boulevard, nursing dreams of a return to stardom while her grip on reality grows ever more tenuous over the years. Her one companion is Max (Erich von Stroheim), her butler, former director, and first husband, who serves as her protector and shields her from the outside world. Because he is still in love with her, he tells her she is still a star, and cuts her off from the news media, and writes daily fan letters to keep her from realizing that she has been completely forgotten by her beloved public.


One day Joe Gillis (William Holden), a young, unemployed screenwriter arrives at Desmond’s with a flat tire on his 1946 Plymouth after being chased by two repo men. He parks the car inside the garage of the mansion and is summoned by Norma to the front door. She confuses him for an undertaker for her just deceased pet chimpanzee.


Norma finds out that Joe Gillis is in fact a writer and asks him to take a look at a manuscript she has been working for a while. It is the story of Salome,

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A coming of age tale, “Lost in Yonkers” focuses on brothers Arty and Jay, who are left in the care of their Grandma Kurnitz and Aunt Bella (Mercedes Ruehl) in Yonkers, New York by their desperate father Eddie, who needs to work as a traveling salesman to pay off debts incurred following his wife’s death.

Bella is a sweet and  highly excitable woman

who longs to marry an usher at the local movie house named Johnny so she can escape the oppressive household and create a life and family of her own.

M

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college girl brie

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“you have legs like a girl!” (said by Billy and also by mom a few years later).

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Somewhere in the San Fernando valley, when not climbing over the backyard fence, where the incinerator (banned due to smog) for burning trash used to be, and walking through the wash (flood control channel) to the liquor store on Osborne ave. for a big hunk candy bar to be washed down with Borden’s chocolate drink (geeze! What crap I used to eat!), and perusing the magazines and comic books for Donald Duck or Mad magazine – this Screen Thrills Illustrated

looks interesting, I decided one day to go over (visit isn’t the appropriate word) to M’s house down the block on Bromwich street.

M was the cutest girl not only on the block, but in the entire school.

it appeared that no one was home, where she lived down the street. So I snuck into their house through the side door off the kitchen. I was both terrified at being found out, and excited finding M’s room, I grabbed her pillow case,

stuffing it with girlie panties and socks from her dresser, also shoes and a pretty dress from her closet! I didn’t take one of her dolls because i liked M and didn’t want to hurt her at all.

Later when Billy was staying overnight at our place, I put M’s clothes (my clothes now!) on.

Just squeezing into her lovely shoes after putting on the girly socks,with the dress and panties, causing Billy to react joyfully. cuddling and getting my panties pulled down, though neither one of us knew what we were doing. If I only had known the possibilities of baby oil, then I could have made Billy forget about M!

One day after school, I was lured to Rob’s house by Billy, whereupon they shoved me into the bathroom, while  Rob’s mother’s pink baby doll nightie was thrown inside with me, just before slamming the door shut. Rob’s mom was still at work and no one else was home. They exerted their weight against the door, declaring they would not let me out until I put on the slip, panties, and the woman’s shoes that just happened to be in there! Apprehensively, I complied.

Upon letting me out, none of us had a clue as to what should happen next. They both stared at me, and demanded that I sit on their laps just like a girl! Whereupon they caressed me affectionately. Soon they were satisfied, and I put my regular clothes back on before Rob’s mother came home.
Billy was always trying to get me to take off my clothes. I guess he was just practicing for when he could get women.

Another night a few years later, I was staying at Billy’s overnight. Even though we were amazingly quiet, his mom must have had her ear pressed against the wall. When Billy whispered for me to remove my clothes, and climb into bed with him, his mom immediately came storming through the door, thereby, busting us before anything could get started.


(TO BE CONTINUED)

Cybill & June

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Brie wearing a woman’s army uniform from the Army-Navy surplus store on Van Nuys Blvd.

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“The Last Picture Show is a 1971 American drama film directed by Peter Bogdanovich, adapted from a semi-autobiographical 1966 novel of the same name by Larry McMurtry [genius!].”

from another blog:
“The Movie: Set in the ’50s desolation of Anarene, Texas, Peter Bogdanovich’s 1971 coming-of-age film The Last Picture Show stars Cybill Shepherd as Jacey, a manipulative teenager from an oil wealthy family. Clad in plaid, she’s the prettiest girl around, shallow, bitchy, a little slutty and terminally bored with her small town life.

The Style: Jacy wears pleated shorts, knotted shirts, ankle socks, saddle shoes

and listens to Hank Williams while making out in cars, movie theaters, seedy hotel rooms, and is eventually seduced by her bitter mother’s lover atop the local pool table. Batting her eyelashes in a cute gingham frock and attending a mid-winter pool party with the fast, rich crowd, Jacy attempts an awkward, giggling striptease on a diving board. While exposing beige stockings, garters and some serious white underwear, Jacy succeeds in making granny-pants sexy with her impulsive, paradoxical style”.


Also, Cloris Leachman as  as 40 year old Ruth Popper,

who prefers lovers half her age!

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***June Alyson bobby-soxer***

“Too Young to Kiss is a 1951 comedy film directed by Robert Z. Leonard and starring June Allyson. It was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Art Direction.”

June Allyson portrays a 22 year old pianist, who assumes the identity of a 14 years old girl prodigy in order to get noticed, complete with bobby socks, Mary Jane shoes, and pigtails!

Note:     June Allyson’s used clothes at the consignment store fit mom perfectly!

Also, don’t miss “The Major and the Minor” where 30 year old Ginger Rodgers poses as a 12  year old girl!

Gale Storm was in a similar movie.

Both of these movies have been reviewed previously in this blog.

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Sarah Singer bobby-soxer:


bobby-soxing:

& Brie too:

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Kandi Barbour as Lois Lane:


Brie as Lois:

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Mommy Elaine with her lover concerned with the “here and now:”

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Granny Caroline on a date:

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