Shirley Mayhew
I received my first cookbook from a college friend in 1947, a few months before I quit school and married Johnny Mayhew.
My father, Clifton L. Walling, was born in 1886. His lifetime spanned great leaps forward in transportation, communication, entertainment and world events.
It must have made my father’s sister very happy when I was born on her 38th birthday in 1926.
When I was growing up in a suburb of New York city, I didn’t realize how average we all were. I don’t mean that in a bad way.
When I was in college, back in the 1940s, I was not very mature and I hadn’t done any thinking about what I wanted to do with the life that lay ahead of me.
Seventy years ago Saturday, World War II ended with the surrender of Japan. The other day I said to a middle-aged friend, “Saturday is V-J Day.” She replied, “What’s V-J Day?”