Tag Archives: 1950s

A Boy’s Blush – From the Archives

Posted on March 5, 2020 by toritto

My street – 13th Avenue at 66th street Brooklyn in the late 1940s  I lived in the buildings on the extreme left with the triangular roof lines above the awnings. The heat baked the  concrete streets of Brooklyn that Summer … Continue reading →

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The Arab Awakening of the 1950s

Posted on June 25, 2016 by toritto

  “When the Iraqi poet Buland Haidari was buried in London in the summer of 1996, the men and women of Arabic letters who bade him farewell could not miss the poignancy of his fate. Haidari, born in Baghdad in … Continue reading →

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White Sands

Posted on November 21, 2015 by toritto

before It wasn’t called White Sands even by those who lived there on dirt streets that dead ended north side of the creek. Houses where the eldest son never had his own room only a Castro Convertible to dream his … Continue reading →

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A Box of Trojans Please!!

Posted on October 28, 2015 by toritto

Yes my children. Though some of you might not believe it we had sex in the ‘50s. Yes we did. Even the Cleaver though on black and white TV no one ever had sex. Or went to a toilet. Now … Continue reading →

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’50s Closet

Posted on October 15, 2015 by toritto

Walking South, tall and lithe high heels clicking young men turning catching a surreptitious glimpse from behind. before her descent into the subway, heading home she gazes in Bonwit’s windows at the scarves. Breathing deeply, somewhat flushed she enters, walking … Continue reading →

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Radio Man

Posted on October 12, 2015 by toritto

The radio shop door was always open so us kids could hear the songs. We’d hang around some Summer days beside the sound coming through the screen. Songs ’bout yellow roses in Texas or waltz dancin in Tennessee. No songs … Continue reading →

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The Parachute Jump

Posted on October 5, 2015 by toritto

Most of you who waste your precious time reading me know I grew up in Brooklyn and, from the time I was 14, lived in a tiny “bungalow” on a dirt street on the outskirts of Coney Island. Yes.  We … Continue reading →

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Sunday’s Rant

Posted on July 19, 2015 by toritto

I will be 73 years old in a couple of months. The day I was born the New York Times headline screamed that the Russians were retreating at Stalingrad before General von Paulus’ all conquering German 6th Army and the … Continue reading →

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Diana Laughed

Posted on May 30, 2015 by toritto

by toritto The Huntress has seen everything shined on all who ever lived. Apollo too of course by day but since Diana rules the dark she knows full well what night conceals. She watches as we park the car to … Continue reading →

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A Boy’s Blush

Posted on May 12, 2015 by toritto

My street – 13th Avenue at 66th street Brooklyn in the late 1940s  I lived in the buildings on the extreme left with the triangular roof lines above the awnings. The heat baked the  concrete streets of Brooklyn that Summer … Continue reading →

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