This column is in honor of Julie Bradley: I recently saw a picture of a family on Christmas Day in 1950’s Jamestown. In the picture, three children from the Bishop family sat in front of their ...

Though menus shifted as new products came on the market, holiday fare always included recipes passed down through the generations. And the main course centered on an impressive cut of meat. Green bean ...

We moved from Waterbury to Cheshire in 1948. My father passed away in 1957. My mother was single parent with four children ranging in age from 6 to 13. We lived on the corner of West Main and Grove ...

This restored and colorized footage brings the holiday season of 1950s America back to life. Streets lined with glowing shop windows, families bundled in winter coats, and small towns decorated with ...

EVERY year, as you may remember, we step forward about this time with suggestions for Christmas shoppers. At the present date of writing, though, the full, fevered spirit of the season still eludes us ...

With the holidays approaching, what better time to share some of my favorite Christmas memories from my childhood in the early 1950s? My sister and I (although living 3,000 miles apart for all of our ...

The Christmas shoppers assembled inside the front doors of Baltimore’s departments awaiting the sound of the 9:30 a.m. bell. It was like a school, with a sales associate drawing back a rope for the ...

He might point out, while laughing, that this Christmas, 1950, was the last time he received a gift from Santa Claus or his parents. According to his mother, his father went overboard, giving him more ...

Santa Claus went Wednesday to see three little children who had never seen him. They are three little children who may never see him again. The Santa Claus who went was a man who plays at it out of ...

Back by popular demand, and now in its 6th year, the festive interactive holiday event, “A Christmas Carol,” with a 1950s Pennsylvania Dutch twist, strolls into West Reading once again. Sponsored by ...

For some people, the aroma of Christmas is freshly baked cookies or a newly cut pine. For me, it’s the oily burn of my 71-year-old Lionel sparking across equally ancient tracks. The train is one of ...