If you're as old as I am, the same feelings will be stirred up if you could find one of those old cobalt blue jars of noxzema, and take a long whiff.. oh my god. I'm, sixteen again. Can't do this too often lest I just drop dead from--from what? wanting to be there again? on the Amagansett Beach in the fifties and sixties? No. Too much money fucked everything I loved .
I feel sad for younger people who won’t experience a beachfront without high rises and tons of people. Maybe there are still some around? I wanted to use Noxzema but it made my oily skin oilier. It smelled so good!
Just the words “those old cobalt blue jars of Noxzema” was enough to flood me with memories. I loved that stuff, how it cooled and tingled my skin, how my cousins and I used to mix Noxzema with cornmeal so we could exfoliate our skin as well as moisturize. And I loved the jars, that cobalt blue, and even kept a few for odds and ends. And the scent always lingered in those glass jars, no matter how well I washed them. Thanks for the memories, Abigail 🙂
Beautiful, Char- There's something about those summer smells! Baby oil takes me to summer, back home in WV, when we slathered it on our skin to lay out in the sun. Ah, I might have to do that for a few minutes during these last days of high summer.
A wonderful post, Charlotte! What memories you evoke. Getting a tan in upstate New York was near impossible for me because of the short summers, until one summer when I broke my thumb and couldn’t work so I hung out at my cousin’s house, reading in the sun. Later she would tell me I had a great tan that summer but I don’t remember the tan, just how I enjoyed not going to work. And then in California where I would sunbathe topless on the roof of my apartment building, until one weekend afternoon when an earthquake hit and the building shook and I decided I didn’t want to be found topless in rubble. Now my husband and I cringe at all the “vacation” homes on stilts that line Florida’s coastlines, all the condos that will sit empty most of the year but are still being built where a hurricane came through as if … and my property insurance went up 50% this year, no doubt in part due to these reckless property owners. You know Florida has a license plate with “Endless Summer” on it?🤦🏼♀️
If you're as old as I am, the same feelings will be stirred up if you could find one of those old cobalt blue jars of noxzema, and take a long whiff.. oh my god. I'm, sixteen again. Can't do this too often lest I just drop dead from--from what? wanting to be there again? on the Amagansett Beach in the fifties and sixties? No. Too much money fucked everything I loved .
I feel sad for younger people who won’t experience a beachfront without high rises and tons of people. Maybe there are still some around? I wanted to use Noxzema but it made my oily skin oilier. It smelled so good!
Just the words “those old cobalt blue jars of Noxzema” was enough to flood me with memories. I loved that stuff, how it cooled and tingled my skin, how my cousins and I used to mix Noxzema with cornmeal so we could exfoliate our skin as well as moisturize. And I loved the jars, that cobalt blue, and even kept a few for odds and ends. And the scent always lingered in those glass jars, no matter how well I washed them. Thanks for the memories, Abigail 🙂
Brilliant, mixing it with cornmeal! I wish we'd thought of that. I love that you remember that smell too. If only they still made it in those jars.
Beautiful, Char- There's something about those summer smells! Baby oil takes me to summer, back home in WV, when we slathered it on our skin to lay out in the sun. Ah, I might have to do that for a few minutes during these last days of high summer.
Yes, I remember some people doing baby oil and iodine. Whoa! Enjoy but don’t stay out too long. XO
As per usual: Beautiful, Charlotte. Enjoyed this immensely. 😊 Gorgeous writing. Deb
Thanks, Deb. I hope everything is going well in your parts!
I love this! Stirred up some memories for me too!
That makes me happy, Robin. 🩷
A wonderful post, Charlotte! What memories you evoke. Getting a tan in upstate New York was near impossible for me because of the short summers, until one summer when I broke my thumb and couldn’t work so I hung out at my cousin’s house, reading in the sun. Later she would tell me I had a great tan that summer but I don’t remember the tan, just how I enjoyed not going to work. And then in California where I would sunbathe topless on the roof of my apartment building, until one weekend afternoon when an earthquake hit and the building shook and I decided I didn’t want to be found topless in rubble. Now my husband and I cringe at all the “vacation” homes on stilts that line Florida’s coastlines, all the condos that will sit empty most of the year but are still being built where a hurricane came through as if … and my property insurance went up 50% this year, no doubt in part due to these reckless property owners. You know Florida has a license plate with “Endless Summer” on it?🤦🏼♀️