Atlantic City 1964
When my grandmother took me with her on her annual summer vacation to Atlantic City, it was not anything like I had expected.
When my grandmother took me with her on her annual summer vacation to Atlantic City, it was not anything like I had expected.
I’m certain it was Meyer Brothers, so there may have been a little fibbing involved in that extravagant purchase of the most wonderful dress in the entire world. I can still see it, different shades of purple patches, with big puffy sleeves. It had a ruffled shirtwaist and a zipper on the side.
I grew up in a little town outside Paterson, New Jersey where most of the residents were second or third […]