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Princess Summerfall Winterspring
(Not exactly a “four seasons” story, but I plead poetic license!)
I’m sure generations younger than mine find it hard to believe many of us had no TV in our early years. In fact my family was the last on our Bronx block to get one. And so every weeknight at 5:30 I ran down to my friend Nancy’s house to watch Howdy Doody where I was captivated by the lovely Princess Summerfall Winterspring.
Today her characterization would surely be politically incorrect, but those were the post-war 1950s, the time and place New York historian Lloyd Ultan called “the Bronx in the innocent years”.
And oh, to recapture those innocent years!
RetroFlash / 100 Words
– Dana Susan Lehrman
Dana Susan LehrmanThis retired librarian loves big city bustle and cozy country weekends, friends and family, good books and theatre, movies and jazz, travel, tennis, Yankee baseball, and writing about life as she sees it on her blog World Thru Brown Eyes!
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Howdy Doody, Television, Bronx
