When I was six years old in the summer of ’48, I recall listening to the presidential election on the radio while my mother ironed.
Eileen Elizabeth McHugh was a 23-yr-old former World War-II, Rosie-the-Riveter (welder) in the Narragansett Shipyards, Rhode Island. We lived in a winterized near-beach cottage.
The post-war rise in the working and middle classes was still in its infancy, and this was before most people had TVs or telephones. I know we didn’t have one.
I asked her what they were talking about on the radio…Democrats and Republicans? more…