Summer at Tiffany
Marjorie Hart
Language: English
Pages: 336
ISBN: 0061189537
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
New York City, 1945. Marjorie Jacobson and her best friend, Marty Garrett, arrive fresh from the Kappa house at the University of Iowa hoping to find summer positions as shopgirls. Turned away from the top department stores, they miraculously find jobs as pages at Tiffany & Co., becoming the first women to ever work on the sales floor, a diamond-filled day job replete with Tiffany-blue shirtwaist dresses from Bonwit Teller's—and the envy of all their friends.
Looking back on that magical time in her life, Marjorie takes us back to when she and Marty rubbed elbows with the rich and famous, pinched pennies to eat at the Automat, experienced nightlife at La Martinique, and danced away their weekends with dashing midshipmen. Between being dazzled by Judy Garland's honeymoon visit to Tiffany, celebrating VJ Day in Times Square, and mingling with Café society, she fell in love, learned unforgettable lessons, made important decisions that would change her future, and created the remarkable memories she now shares with all of us.
asked me. “Is it a sore blister?” I nodded, and she reached for a bandage, “Here now, slip off that shoe a minute.” She capably and carefully wrapped my foot. I blinked, my eyes wet—she was so much like my mother. Horrified that I might cry, I stammered, “I don’t know how I could’ve taken another step. It’s so—” and I couldn’t say another word. She patted me on the shoulder. “It’s going to feel better in no time. But you do need to take care of it.” She sat down at a small desk to fill out a
the Story City Theater, we’d seen her movies, memorized her songs, copied her hair style, and followed the Academy Awards and her career. Now, with her latest hit, The Clock, directed by Minnelli, she was MGM’s biggest star. Had their romance begun when it was filmed here in the city? Walter Winchell and Louella Parsons covered every detail. Now they were just as captivated by the Italian film director Minnelli. According to those gossip columnists, he was suave, sophisticated, worldly,
several times, our hearts going out to the families of those who’d met such a desperately sad fate the previous morning. I kept having to remind myself that it was not a dream. The paper, in part, read: B-25 CRASHES IN FOG HOLE 18 BY 20 FEET TORN THROUGH NORTH WALL BY TERRIFIC IMPACT BLAZING “GAS” SCATTERED FLAMES PUT OUT IN 40-MINUTE FIGHT—2 WOMEN SURVIVE FALL IN ELEVATOR By FRANK ADAMS A twin-engined B-25 Army bomber, lost in a blinding fog, crashed into the Empire State Building at a
pop-up toaster in the kitchen! Talk about lucky!! Don’t worry about us. This is not a dangerous town! Love, Marjorie But they would have been worried sick if I had told them that after finding the correct subway home, we’d gotten off at the wrong stop. Disoriented, we had wandered not more than thirty steps from the station, looking for any landmark we recognized, when a policeman caught up with us. “Hey—where’d you think you’re goin’?” “Morningside Drive,” I said, in a trembling voice.
enjoys being with her family. Katherine and Dick Munsen still live in Story City. They collaborated on the book Bail Out Over the Balkans, the story of Dick’s miraculous survival during WWII, and Katherine has also authored six other titles. Philip Jacobson was director of finance for Global Missions, ELC Lutheran Chruch. He and his wife, Diane, live in Bloomington, Minnesota. Marjorie sees both families several times a year, and both her sister and brother still serve lutefisk and lefse for