Newspapers are not what they used to be. They have a large amount of news, both real and fake, but all news is tightly contained in two or three pages with ads for viagra, refrigerators and cars taking up most of the space.

Not so long ago news was organized into days of the week, with the Sunday paper requiring an entire day to digest, Monday and Tuesday simply rehashing Sunday’s news. Then Wednesday’s paper contained a segment of 6 or 8 pages of cooking and recipes. You could plan the entire week’s menu from the Wednesday paper, clipping recipes which would be tucked away in folders for years to come.

Thursday, no matter if you read the Los Angeles Times, the San Francisco Chronicle or the Seattle Times, contained the Society news. Photographs of celebrities acquainted you with the styles of the day, and you felt part of the coming out parties, and every other event the posh attended. For every wanna-be woman especially, it gave a real meaning to Thursday at the breakfast table. It was a real service to the community.

In or about 1970, the local Atlanta, Georgia’s Thursday Society page covered the birthday party of Miss Sally Jo Hornbacker, who recently turned five years old. The day was sunny and sublime, and twenty small guests, dressed in fairy tale dresses in Easter egg colors, arrived at the local country club, each bearing a beautifully wrapped gift for the pretty little celebrant, herself gowned in an apricot taffeta dress designed by Emile de Mille, with three petticoats in contrasting shades. Sally Jo, the daughter of Judge and Mrs. Marvin Lebush Hornbacker of the Savannah LeBushes Hornbackers. Sally Jo’s ensemble was set off by small black patent leather Mary Jane shoes, and she carried a small beaded pocket book in robins egg blue. The guests, all daughters of the local gentry, were treated to a beautiful six layer cake decorated by the esteemed baker Michele Fontainbleu. Each child was gifted with a lovely gold bracelet upon leaving the part, and it wad deemed a great success.

Today is my birthday. I have achieved the admirable age of 89, which entitles me to not much more than 88 did, but I am probably the luckiest 89 year old living at this address. I somehow helped in creating a wonderful family with the help of a thoroughly admirable husband, who turned out to be the love of my life for the past 70 years. Together we have accumulated groups of very special friends.
You may ask “is that all there is?” and I would answer “What else could there possibly be?” HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

Author: kaytisweetlandrasmussen83

I am a retired fine arts teacher, sculptor/painter, writer, and a native Californian. I love my family,dogs, horses, movies, reading and music, probably in that order. I have been married forever to a very nice man who is nice to old ladies, dogs and children.

23 thoughts on “SOCIETY PAGE”

  1. A happy birthday to you! I’m a great believer in birthday weeks, so I’ll not even apologize for being “late.” Buttermilk crumb muffins seems a perfect substitute for cake, actually. It’s the treat that counts, not the nature of the treat.

    Those petticoats caught my eye, too. I had some of those things, and they always sat on the basement floor to dry after being washed and starched. I’d say you have just as much starch as those things — flounce on! xoxox


    1. I thought the muffins were a good substitute for cake. As to the petticoats, I have fond memories of a red one which just showed a smidge below the dress, which was a plaid cotton. Very noticeable as I twirled. A show off even then.


  2. Happy Birthday! I wish you wonderful health, and many great experiences this year! And of course, I want to be just like you…I have a few more years to go to 89 (but not many). What an inspiration you are!


  3. Happy Birthday to you indeed! 89 is definitely worth a celebration. Or, as Peggy would say, every birthday is. I am happily looking forward to another year of your posts. –Curt


  4. as i read this post i thougtht of linda levein, and how you artfully paint a scenewith words with the same sill that she does…. yes, i had forgotten about the ‘thursday edition’ where one thumbed to see the who’s who of the week… years after i moved t costa rica, i remember a friend flew in from new york.. he had a second home nearby, and when he dropped by t say hi, he handed me his used copy of the new york times sunday edition.. on my, it was so wonderful to wade thru each section and even cherish the little entertainment guide for that weeks.. the little extra magazine and the coupons spilled out, and i remember that even seeing those coupons was a special and nostalgic event!

    my mother’s birthday was april 3rd… may you have many many many more great wnderful and happy years!


    1. The other wonderful thing about the Sunday edition were the cartoons. I often lived with a great auntie and uncle who had a large radio in the corner of their living room. On Sunday mornings he would take me on his lap and together we would devour the comics. Flash Gordon, the Katzenjammer Kids, Lil Abner; we read them all, and giggled over each one. Comics were funny then. Today the comic section is limited to a page or two and deals with teenage sex, politics, etc. The funnies are no longer funny. However, I have one exception; Snoopy in the Peanuts strip. I identify with the artist Charles Schultz, who was able to enchant young and old with the antics of a little white dog.


      1. oh yes, snoopy and the peanuts gang were classics.. i also enjoyed the calvin and hobbes comics..

        what a sweet memory of your uncle doting on you with the comics.. we had through-the-cotton fields neighbors who had no children, and i was often an ‘only child’ while visiting their house.. they also doted on me! he rarely threw away paper, so would every so often point out that my stack of drawing paper was getting high… on rainy or cold days, i would draw at my own little nook while the two of the worked at their nearby desks… ah, where would we all be if there were no mentors for the young?

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  5. Yes, dear Kayti, happy birthday to you. Luck didn’t bring you to the happy place you describe; rather, your character, qualities, and good taste in men enabled you to reach 89 with happiness in your heart.


  6. The birthday celebrations ended yesterday with high tea at the Fairmont Hotel in San Francisco with daughters and granddaughter from London. Very posh. It was supposedly for the “girls”, but one grandson appeared as well. A beautiful party.


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