MaryJane and Jolanda (Speakeasy)


“There was a time when things were different, life was somehow fuller.” said MaryJane. “Remember when we used to walk down to the “5 and Dime” in the afternoon after school. I loved the chocolate malted milk shakes and listening to the jukebox!”

“Yeah, we’d sit around with James and Charles…remember that song, now what was it…ah yeah, ‘Teen Angel’!  TV was different too. Remember the American Bandstand?”

“Yeah…and the basketball games during the winter, our team was the best! What about Saturday night movies down at the Bistro.”

“Sad when they closed down the Bistro.”

“Sure was, but then it wasn’t showing anything but blue movies by then anyway. Anyway now you can’t do anything without a car…not even go to a movie!”

“Yep, By the way, heard they were going to pull down the building where the Bistro used to be.”

“Me too…who knows what they’ll be putting in its place.  Thank heavens they can’t put up another one of those Shopping Barns.”

“Funny how things used to be so different.  Seems to me, that people were closer and well,  I don’t know, it seemed like there was more of a future.  Then people used to have jobs to go to…now the factories are all closed.  Remember the Lion’s Development?  All those hundreds of houses that they built.  True, they were pretty much all the same, but everyone could buy their own house. Course now they’re all run down…not a place I’d want to live in.”

“What about the trailer park, with the swimming pool in the center. My sister and her husband went to live there when they married back in ’63.  No one’d go and live there now!”

“ it looks like something out of South America.”

“Well, Jolanda, I’ve got to run along.  Got the grandkids coming over this afternoon to visit me.”

“How old are they now?” Jolanda asked.

“Well Jason’s 26 and Marcy is 24.  Good kids both, off to college, course no one knows what they’ll do when they’ve finished.  Jason’s talking about going to live in Australia.  Marcy will be leaving next month to go to Oxford in England!”

“Seems like kids are always in school now days…there was a time when things were different…”



I decided to practice dialogue today…So I Wrote this for Speakeasy!

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26 thoughts on “MaryJane and Jolanda (Speakeasy)

  1. I love how Maryjane and Jolanda talked about the old times, it sure sounded like a lot of fun back then. Also, being a student myself, I can affirm to Maryjane’s comment that we’re always in school 😀


  2. Well portrayed 🙂 Yes,times sure are not the same and we “old timers” probably miss those days the most-only wish that all this change was for the better-sigh!


    • Thanks very much…it really is interesting how quickly the last 100 and so years changed so very much…and though much has been for the good, a lot has not…such is life!


  3. I’m afraid I slipped back there with MaryJane and Jolandra. I remember the Saturday matinee, drugstore food counter, so much changes, so much about humanity stays the same. I stole that last part from a Jewish proverb. Take care.


    • Thanks for your comment…yes so much is different and the interesting thing is that everything was like in walking distance…now without a car in most of the U.S. you’re a prisoner…so sad. I don’t know which Jewish proverb you’re referring to, sorry. And you Take Care too!


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