Dramatic music crescendoed in the background of a sweeping view of mountains. The camera zoomed in on the leading lady, her dress billowing around her. I watched this all unfold on my television comfortably, from my favorite chair in the living room. “Mom, why do we have to watch a boring old movie?” I whined. “It’s in black and white.” She shushed me, her eyes gluded to the screen. “Quiet, this is the best part!” I settled in to the chair and before I knew it, fell asleep. Some time later, I was awakened by someone shaking me. “What?” I said, my eyes still closed. My mom’s voice said “Young lady, that is no way to talk to your mother. This may be 1920, but I hope the younger generation hasn’t lost all semblance of culture and respect.” My
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The sign over the door said “ Pop’s Soda Pop and Ice Cream”, in a elegant script. This was a busier street, crawling with well-dressed men and women and huge black cars. I opened the glass door, and Allie and I walked inside. She made a beeline for a red leather booth crowded with all my friends dressed in 1920’s fashion. Allie said brightly “Hi there! Now that we’re here, this place is the cat’s pajamas!” The group laughed, and I did too, even though I understood about half of what she said. Another girl said “Why don’t you take our orders to the counter? Everyone then said they wanted egg creams, or banana splits, or fudge. I politely declined desert, as I had a knot in my stomach from worrying about how I was going to get home. The girls chattered about some boy they all thought was “dreamy” and “the bee’s knees.” The girl on my right moved over and I sank into the squishy red leather seat. I was already exhausted, even though I had only been in the past for about forty-five minutes. It was hard work being ladylike and perfect. I had a new respect for the heroines of those black- and - white movies my mom made me watch. The next thing I knew, I was being shaken awake yet
The sign over the door said “ Pop’s Soda Pop and Ice Cream”, in a elegant script. This was a busier street, crawling with well-dressed men and women and huge black cars. I opened the glass door, and Allie and I walked inside. She made a beeline for a red leather booth crowded with all my friends dressed in 1920’s fashion. Allie said brightly “Hi there! Now that we’re here, this place is the cat’s pajamas!” The group laughed, and I did too, even though I understood about half of what she said. Another girl said “Why don’t you take our orders to the counter? Everyone then said they wanted egg creams, or banana splits, or fudge. I politely declined desert, as I had a knot in my stomach from worrying about how I was going to get home. The girls chattered about some boy they all thought was “dreamy” and “the bee’s knees.” The girl on my right moved over and I sank into the squishy red leather seat. I was already exhausted, even though I had only been in the past for about forty-five minutes. It was hard work being ladylike and perfect. I had a new respect for the heroines of those black- and - white movies my mom made me watch. The next thing I knew, I was being shaken awake yet