Growing Up and Liking It! We didn’t have cotillions but we felt like debutantes when we put our gold circle pins on our white blouses with Peter Pan collars. The days of Villager sweaters, Ladybug pins and capezios, oh yeah! You with me ladies? How bout papagallos, Jonathan Meyer sweaters with a madras collar unfolded at the neckline? Hot stuff indeed. The medicinal value of the memories cannot be overestimated. The days of Helanca stretch tops tucked into bell bottom (dungarees) for a day of bowling at Rizzuto Berra Lanes-and Awful Awfuls. The perfect chaser was a bag of penny candy at Rowe-Manse. Wait, the first day we debuted our baby bead bracelets encasing our names was certainly our defining moment. Then we had “game.” With our baby beads cozied up next to our gold bangles we were bound to have good luck forever.
On the weekend we went for the tennis sweater and penny loafer look- dexters and weejuns our happy go tos. Oh those days of firsts, of beginnings, we remember with kindness and longing. What could be better than a pink or yellow mohair sweater with a coordinated skirt and matching pappagallos? The excitement, Big, Huge. In the sixties we were fashion plates as we walked out the door in our loden coats or pea jackets to head over to third ward park. We would convene around Tom Saba’s truck and hung out with our group. The allure of Passaic in the sixties has lasted our lifetime. Can you say right place, right time? See you at Ginsburgs, I heard they got a shipment of new color bangle bracelets. We’re hashtag Blessed.