Barb Lockard

O.K., time to shamelessly hawk my second book. If you want to chuckle. . . maybe even guffaw, give it a read. Let's reminisce about skinned knees, Fletcher's Castoria, bad haircuts and all the fun things about growing up in the 1950s! Available (cheap) on Amazon.

Mister Softee, Miss Revlon and Captain Kangaroo: More Growing Up in the 1950s Mister Softee, Miss Revlon and Captain Kangaroo: More Growing Up in the 1950s

Part I – The Plan (Trigger Warning! Reading this may cause anxiety among those over 60). Some advice on how to react when your adult children suggest that you join them in an activity. For instance, your son calls and wants you to be the wheelman on a bank heist he’s planning. Advice? Tell him nicely that you’re otherwise engaged in a pickleball tournament that day and could you take a raincheck?...

Salt, Sugar, Ni****ne and Disney are Hazardous to Your Health! Part I – The Plan (Trigger Warning!  Reading this may cause anxiety among those over 60). Some advice on how to react when your adult children suggest that you join them in an activity.  …

Growing up Catholic, one walked a fine line between eternal damnation and a slap on the wrist! Oh, the Catholic religion in the 1950s was ruled over by a vengeful God! Hidden by an invisible cloak, he waited quietly to pounce on an unsuspecting third-grader who just wanted some comic relief in the hour before dinnertime. He, or one of his sneaky apostles took perverse pleasure in watching you step off the cliff into the fiery pit, lured by juicy hamburgers on Friday, obscene movies, breaking an enforced fast, or stealing $1.01 from your mom’s purse. ...

Burning in Hell with the Three Stooges and Brigitte Bardot Growing up Catholic, one walked a fine line between eternal damnation and a slap on the wrist! Oh, the Catholic religion in the 1950s was ruled over by a vengeful God! Hidden by an invisible cloak…