Post by Mary Ellen Byrne on Sept 11, 2011 21:07:16 GMT -5
A week ago I went with my sister and my nieces to Sylvan Beach which is a small resort community about 45 minutes away from Syracuse, NY.
The amusement park in Sylvan Beach opened its doors for the first time in 1946 and to celebrate, Sylvan Beach hired a company of actors to dress up in 1940's clothes and stroll the park and the rest of downtown and interact with the visitors there.
While at the park we ran into two such ladies who were supposedly from 1946 (although one of the ladies was dressed more like a flapper from 1926 if you ask me). For the sake of the girls, I started a conversation with one of the actresses. I asked what era was she dressed from and she answered rather perplexed "Why, this era!" OK, apparently they were all to walk around as if it really was 1946 and not 2011. That kind of killed any other questions I might have had for her. I was hoping to get into a conversation as to what was 1946 like and how is it different from now but if these two ladies were going from the angle that 1946 WAS now there was no point in going any further.
She told me she worked as a secretary in an office full of men but now that women have been in the workforce because of the recent war, men will never get them to stay in the kitchen ever again and I graciously moved on because I had no idea what else to talk about.
We all went to dinner soon after that and half way home it hit me - Connie! We could have talked about Connie! He would have been dead only three years from this point and it would have been a good way to see if Ms. Secretary had done her research about the era.
I can only hope Connie will forgive me for such a flagrant disregard for his memory in the face of such obvious reminders of it. I'm sorry, Connie!
The amusement park in Sylvan Beach opened its doors for the first time in 1946 and to celebrate, Sylvan Beach hired a company of actors to dress up in 1940's clothes and stroll the park and the rest of downtown and interact with the visitors there.
While at the park we ran into two such ladies who were supposedly from 1946 (although one of the ladies was dressed more like a flapper from 1926 if you ask me). For the sake of the girls, I started a conversation with one of the actresses. I asked what era was she dressed from and she answered rather perplexed "Why, this era!" OK, apparently they were all to walk around as if it really was 1946 and not 2011. That kind of killed any other questions I might have had for her. I was hoping to get into a conversation as to what was 1946 like and how is it different from now but if these two ladies were going from the angle that 1946 WAS now there was no point in going any further.
She told me she worked as a secretary in an office full of men but now that women have been in the workforce because of the recent war, men will never get them to stay in the kitchen ever again and I graciously moved on because I had no idea what else to talk about.
We all went to dinner soon after that and half way home it hit me - Connie! We could have talked about Connie! He would have been dead only three years from this point and it would have been a good way to see if Ms. Secretary had done her research about the era.
I can only hope Connie will forgive me for such a flagrant disregard for his memory in the face of such obvious reminders of it. I'm sorry, Connie!
