Sunday, September 25, 2011
And this was THE iconic song (and man!) of the days when flying was so luxurious
Is anyone as excited about tonight's premier of Pan Am as ME?! I'm counting the hours & minutes till boarding time ;- ) So I thought I'd kill some of those hours yakking about those days when boarding a plane was such a luxury and NOT like boarding a Greyhound bus with wings. No sir! I remember when Auntie flew off to Europe to be with her dashing Air Force test pilot to see the world. How glamourous she looked in her expensive tailored suit, gloves & hat and beautiful Pan Am bag that was given to all passengers
Yes, these were the days of luxury flying and didn't all us dreamy-eyed girls of that era want to be a GLAMOUROUS Pan Am (or any airline) *stewardess*
To travel the world and meet the millionaire man of our dreams? Of course he would be a millionaire! What else would a beautiful girl with such a glamourous job find for pete's sake ;- ) I say "millionaire" because I think back then the idea of a "billionaire" was pretty much unheard of so a millionaire would have been just fine. Yes, I wanted to be one of those women who so graciously served cocktails at the friendly wave of a hand (in fine beverage GLASSES) and who would serve full course prepared dinners from a MENU! Aren't they just THE very cutest!
One had to meet a certain height & weight "specification" (and I think a "cute" specification too) and as well, no matter your beautiful figure you had to wear a GIRDLE! Now the thought makes me shutter, but back then girls wore girdles anyway, no matter their figure. Mom told me without question when I was 13 & started wearing straight skirts that I would wear a girdle so my fannie wouldn't "jiggle" and believe me, she checked my jiggle every morning when I left for school.
But then, wearing a girdle was a small sacrifice for this working environment
And you can't tell me these girls weren't having fun ;- )
Those were the exciting days of glamour flying, innocence of sorts, and the dreams of young, dreamy-eyed girls.
Oh yes, I belive I'll get out the crystal tonight at 10 p.m., pop a cork & take the champagne flight, reliving the clothes, the hair-do's, the dreams, the excitement, and yep, probably the heartaches of those dreamy-eyed girls who made their dreams come true.
And, I will definately have a *grin* remembering when my sister & I took a "champagne flight" to Los Angeles and got SNOCKERED by the time we arrived! Oh no way - NO limits on the champagne cart, a girl had her way in those days! We had the giggles so bad we could hardly walk - yes, it was the giggles that made us stagger, I'm sure it was!
So grab your girdles and Come Fly With Me, let's fly, let's fly away!