http://www.publishersmarketplace.com/members/janieemaus/ The anatomy of a baby boomer: Then and Now en-us 2010-02-24T16:46:18+00:00 Publishers Marketplace Janie Emaus hourly 1 2000-01-01T12:00:00+00:00 http://www.publishersmarketplace.com/images/PM_rssimg.gif http://www.publishersmarketplace.com/ http://www.publishersmarketplace.com/members/janieemaus/index.html#20100224114505 Ah -those good old weekend morning cartoons. Remember those days? The ones before cable TV, before 24/7 broadcasting. When a station would go off the air and play that test pattern? Well, back in those ancient times, cartoons aired only on Saturday and Sunday mornings. And that's where my sister and I would be, in front of that small old fashioned television. It didn't come with a remote control, let alone HD or DVR capabilities. But it brought us into all sorts of fantasy worlds for a few ... Janie Emaus 2010-02-24T16:45:05+00:00 http://www.publishersmarketplace.com/members/janieemaus/index.html#20091102152925 My father used to have a workshop with a million different tools. They hung on the wall, each on its on hook, neatly arranged by size and function. It was an impressive sight. And to this day I can still picture walking into his shop, smelling the sawdust, hearing the whir of the machines and knowing that something concrete was being created. Years later, my husband had the same set up with pegs and tools. When he was a toddler, my stepson used to carry around a toolbox with his ... Janie Emaus 2009-11-02T20:29:25+00:00 http://www.publishersmarketplace.com/members/janieemaus/index.html#20091002104717 $1.25 an hour. Wow. I was making money. It was 1964 and I had my very first job working at Travel Town in Griffith Park. It didn’t matter that I was scared to death that first morning. Of both working with the public and my very demanding twenty-five-year-old boss. She was tall, blonde and so much other older than I. Worldly, sophisticated and she could work the cash register and give out change without having to count on her fingers! Somehow I make it through that first day and came home ... Janie Emaus 2009-10-02T14:47:17+00:00 http://www.publishersmarketplace.com/members/janieemaus/index.html#20090820163412 The older I get the less I seem to remember. And yet, it seems there are more things to remember today than ever before. Years ago, the standard questions on forms included your name, address, and telephone number (home & work.) Some paperwork required your social security number and a driver’s license. That was pretty much it. I’ve always remembered my social security number, but to this day I still don’t have my license number memorized. I mean, why? It’s with me all the time. ... Janie Emaus 2009-08-20T20:34:12+00:00 http://www.publishersmarketplace.com/members/janieemaus/index.html#20090524143307 Remember when finding your G-Spot was all the rage? Some German scientist came out with an article, sending the female population on a search that for some ended in elation and for others in confusion and disappointment. Did you find yours? Yes! And it was wonderful. Did you? NO. Is there something wrong with me? Where exactly is this spot? It wasn’t like finding a city on a map with an an exact longitude or latitude to go by. Why, even today’s new GPS systems wouldn’t have been much help ... Janie Emaus 2009-05-24T18:33:07+00:00 http://www.publishersmarketplace.com/members/janieemaus/index.html#20090914150342 It used to be easy to tell gender by one’s name. When I was in high school, I knew a lot of Steves, Roberts, Johns and Alans. All of them were guys. As for girls we had a lot of Beverlys, Carols, Susans and Marshas. Of course I knew a boy called Lynn (I felt so sorry for him) and sometimes nicknames could be confusing. Such as Ronni for Veronica and Bobbi for Barbara. Unless you could see the name spelled out. And then there were always those few kids whose parents couldn’t tell the ... Janie Emaus 2009-09-14T19:03:42+00:00 http://www.publishersmarketplace.com/members/janieemaus/index.html#20090805153459 I don’t know about you, but in my case, buying a car has never been a good experience, or a short one at that. No matter how well prepared I’ve been, it always takes about an hour to find the car I want (even when I get to the lot with the exact model in mind) and then five more to get through the financing. So, we’re talking the better part of a day. Usually upon arriving the salesmen descend upon me like vultures. More often than not the car I’ve come to look at, isn’t even on the ... Janie Emaus 2009-08-05T19:34:59+00:00