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Jackums: My Uncle Jack's Recollections of a Bygone Era
Jackums: My Uncle Jack's Recollections of a Bygone Era
Jackums: My Uncle Jack's Recollections of a Bygone Era
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"I've reached that age that, when I'm squirted with perfume by a sales girl in a department store, I can go home without fear."

"My first awareness of anything sexual was the Sears Roebuck catalogue. Somewhere in its 1,000 pages were the bra and girdle advertisements."

"My first month's paycheck in the Air Corps was $32.00. The withholding tax was about $4.00 so I had $28.00 a month to splurge. It was a tight squeeze until I learned to play poker."

"Sometimes I wonder if there are any more tears to be shed."

"It was 3:30 in the morning but every one of the 3,000 men on the troopship was on deck to see the Statue of Liberty as we sailed into New York Harbor."

"My clothing comes from other outlets, but I don't mind receiving catalogs from Victoria's Secret."

"Youth will never understand that time passes slowly for them and quickly for us looking back."

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Release dateOct 1, 2013
ISBN9781489700292
Jackums: My Uncle Jack's Recollections of a Bygone Era
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Joan Brandy

Jack Marshall was a prolific writer with a thirty-year career at NBC as a writer/producer/director. His résumé includes his work with the Tonight Show and its hosts, from Steve Allen to Johnny Carson. Jackums/My Uncle Jack’s Recollections of a Bygone Era is a collection of his observations, thoughts, and recollections encompassing life as a young adult to his mid-sixties. Jack did most of the “heavy lifting” with me, his niece as his collaborator, cheerleader, and ultimate coordinator. Jack was a lifetime resident of New York City and I, a lifetime resident of Brooklyn, New York.

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    Jackums - Joan Brandy

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    Contents

    Introduction

    for Rose, Robin, Ariane, Jill and Audrey

    In Memoriam

    Jack Marshall

    1927 - 2013

    Introduction

    My Uncle Jack, in his sixth decade of life looked back. He compiled recollections and observations from the prospective of his younger self to when this work was created, (circa 1995). For those who can identify with this period in history, you are in for a treat.

    Jack was a professional writer with a unique and wry sense of humor. Much of the mixed bag of his thoughts are entertaining and insightful. Others are a rare look into a darker side; a window into a soul that had seen too much. Some just made me smile.

    Excited as each new entry took shape, Jack’s enthusiasm was infectious . Not all were appropriate. A few were too mean spirited, colorful and close to home so we laughed and they were put aside. But then, life got in the way, and this work was put on the back burner. Temporarily, we said.

    My Uncle Jack passed away in 2013 at the age of 86. This book is a tribute to him. My personal memories are in my heart.

    -by Joan Brandy

    My glasses used to be for reading. Now they are for seeing.

    The waist has gone from 32 to 34, weight from 165 to 155, hair from blond to gray and eyes from brunettes to redheads.

    Marvel at the fact that after what I’ve done to the body over the years, I’m still alive.

    Finally able to balance a checkbook because now it’s necessary.

    Haven’t smoked in ten years and wonder why I ever started in the first place.

    My clothing comes from other outlets but I don’t mind receiving catalogues from Victoria’s Secret.

    Just remembered I was two years old when Lindbergh flew the Atlantic.

    Come on, now. Frank Sinatra can’t be in his 70’s.

    Seems like a little more hair on the comb each morning.

    Can’t remember the first kiss but I believe it was awful.

    The 100 yard dash in 13 seconds is now the two mile walk in 40 minutes.

    The weekly poker games seem like three days apart.

    I still believe that making a perfect poached egg is an art.

    I long to see small towns where there are no flashing neon signs.

    Are people walking faster these days or have I slowed down a tad.

    After all this time I still cannot fathom Algebra.

    I will always dislike credit cards.

    New Yorker Magazine cartoons aren’t as funny as they used to be.

    Was it simpler or more complicated way of life without three way bulbs, convertible couches and Chronographs.

    My first dress suit cost less than todays cleaning bill for a Cashmere jacket.

    I have an I know that feeling empathy whenever I see a man walking out of a restaurant after having one Martini too many.

    Are Summers getting hotter and Winters colder? I do know that Spring and Fall seasons are shorter.

    As poker skills increase, the pots and players grow smaller.

    A sobering thought. I’ve paid the rent more than 600 times.

    There are much worse ailments but getting seasick ranks high on the not-fatal ills.

    Can’t seem to remember how we ever got along without frozen foods, instant coffee and 1% low fat milk.

    Don’t ask me to take advantage of the three year rate for a subscription to a magazine.

    Have yet to fathom the fact that the year 2000 is almost upon us.

    I consider the day to be promising when my eyes open in

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