In March of 1913, according to the New York Times (which cost one cent, or, if you were outside of New York, two cents), there were a million phone lines in New York. Now? Who knows? Between cell phones, land lines, businesses, I would go out on a limb and say a lot more than that. In 1913, men’s suits were advertised for $19 and a cruise on the RMS Olympic, the sister ship to the Titanic, was advertised at just over $100/person.
In 1913, FKGuy’s grandmother, Grandma Annabelle, was born. This past weekend we celebrated her 100th birthday, surrounded by
family, friends, photo albums, high school yearbooks, letters from the White House, a flag that flew over the US Capitol on her birthday and blow ups of the New York Times. Of course there was plenty of smoked fish involved as well.
We all made our way to Philadelphia to celebrate with Grandma. She had her three sons there, two daughters-in-law, six grandchildren (well, seven, if I count… and I think I have been around long enough to count. OK, eight, if we are counting all grandchildren’s spouses) and an assortment of nieces and nephews. It was a huge success. Grandma Annabelle even insisted on cutting the cake herself. Into tiny pieces. If there were 1,000 people gathered, each would have had a minuscule slice. Of course, after all the smoked fish, milkshakes and more, who could eat lots of cake?