Category Archives: Nostalgia

On Nostalgia – New York Times Online Mentions Fading Ad Blog – FAB!

J. David Goodman of the New York Times Online was kind enough to mention our blog today.

Another place where the city’s past continues to endure: the sides of buildings. Fading Ads tracks these in daily dispatches from our enduring landscape. Plus ça change … –  J. David Goodman

Here is my response to his article:

Gloria Steinem said on the Bill Maher Show that “nostalgia is a form of obstructionism.” Can we move forward without looking back? Some do very easily- progress without looking where they’ve been. Others need the past as a reference. Nonetheless, the old ways are surely fading and the new ways need a tutorial. The challenge is keeping oneself ahead of the learning curve. Thanks for the mention Mr. Goodman!

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Family Booterie Little League Team – Green Hills Homecoming – Nashville, TN

Family Booterie Little League Team - Chip Curley's Green Hills Homecoming Page

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“The Family Booterie store in Hillsboro village had a fluoroscope that would show your feet inside the shoes you were trying on.  I wonder how many cooked feet resulted from that particular commercial gimmick. I can still hear their ad…”Two for the price of one plus a dollar, two for the price of one plus a dollar…” followed in a few weeks by “table and rack (clap clap) it’s back.” – Nashville Links

Vincenzo Aiosa & Frank Jump – Chaco Canyon, NM

Chaco 1997 © Frank H. Jump

Chaco 1997 © Frank H. Jump

It’s My Party – Laurelton 1965

March 12, 1965 © Frank H. Jump

March 12, 1965 © Frank H. Jump

© Frank H. Jump

© Frank H. Jump

Who are all of these white children?

Johanna Fokkens – Maternal Grandmother – Amsterdam Rooftop

My grandmother as a young woman with colleagues taking a break up on the roof in Amsterdam circa 1920s

My grandmother as a young woman with colleagues taking a break up on the roof in Amsterdam circa 1920s

My grandmother as a young woman with colleagues taking a break up on the roof in Amsterdam circa 1920s

My grandmother as a young woman with colleagues taking a break up on the roof in Amsterdam circa 1920s (central)

My grandmother as a young woman with colleagues taking a break up on the roof in Amsterdam circa 1920s

My grandmother as a young woman with colleagues taking a break up on the roof in Amsterdam circa 1920s - (second from right bottom row)

The Ghosts of Christmas Past 1961 – 1966

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Frank & Harold Jump © Frank H. Jump

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Willy Jump © Frank H. Jump

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Willy Jump © Frank H. Jump

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© Frank H. Jump

behind fourteenth street i found

another capsule in time

undisturbed polaroid moment

wrought iron testaments

to rust and brick

enamel

snow

Polaroid Behind 14th Street – Originally posted at Fading Ad Campaign Website

© Frank H. Jump

© Frank H. Jump

cobwebs dangling from chevys

tangling in memory

unfixed polaroid

beehived momma

steer me home

return

silk

Cobwebs 7:1 – Originally posted on Fading Ad Campaign Website

1964/65 New York World’s Fair – Flushing Meadow Park, Queens

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Harold H. Jump, Willy Broekveldt Jump & Me © Frank H. Jump

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Me and my babysitter Gay in front of the Ford Pavilion © Frank H. Jump

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Sinclair T-Rex in front of US Royal Tires © Frank H. Jump

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Pony Ride © Frank H. Jump

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Hawaiian Pavilion © Frank H. Jump

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Fairway © Frank H. Jump

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77 WABC – Harlem, NYC – taken August 1999

Fading Ad Campaign © Frank H. Jump

Fading Ad Campaign © Frank H. Jump

Ron Lundy, Harry Harrison Cousin Brucie- these were the most influential voices of my childhood. These men were the DJ’s of my era.

My fondest memories were those sunny days when mom said, “Pack up a pail and shovel, we’re goin’ to the beach. And don’t forget the transistor radio!”

The Sounds of Motown filled the salty air of the Rockaways. And the Beatles, Beach Boys, and all of those fabulous hits we now call classic oldies flew over the radio waves and floated above the surf. I can still hear the roar of the rollercoaster of Rockaway Playland.

Maybe I’m just getting old but they don’t make ’em like that anymore. – Fading Ad Campaign 1999

Go Lesley Gore! YMCA Boulton Center for the Performing Arts – Bay Shore, LI – October 17, 2008

Lesley Gore - Bay Shore, LI - © Frank H. Jump

Lesley Gore - Bay Shore, LI - © Frank H. Jump

Lesley Gore - Bay Shore, LI - © Frank H. Jump

Lesley Gore - Bay Shore, LI - © Frank H. Jump

Lesley Gore - Bay Shore, LI - © Frank H. Jump

Lesley Gore - Bay Shore, LI - © Frank H. Jump

Lesley Gore - Bay Shore, LI - © Frank H. Jump

Lesley Gore - Bay Shore, LI - © Frank H. Jump

Lesley Gore - Bay Shore, LI - © Frank H. Jump

Frank Jump & Vincenzo Aiosa with Lesley Gore - Bay Shore, LI - © Frank H. Jump

Last night at the YMCA Boulton Center for the Performing Arts, early pop icon Lesley Gore performed to a packed audience of swooning baby-boomers. Some of my earliest memories are listening to Gore’s anthems on my portable Victrola with my babysitter and her boyfriend – 45s and pizza-boxes strewn across the carpet- occasionally peeking out the window for my mom to come home so the boyfriend could sneak out.

Gore provided more than just nostalgia last night. At first I was concerned since all of her 12 major hit records total about 25 minutes. In the early 60s, song lengths averaged between one-and-a-half minutes to perhaps two minutes tops. Gore assembled an ecclectic playlist from some of her favorite songs of the era from Laura Nyro to John Lennon, Isaac Hayes to Anita O’Day, Motown to Sergio Mendes. Her vocal range remains intact and her performance packed a satisfying pop/jazz punch. Gore also sang some of her “classics” that have earned her the title of “proto-feminist” like “You Don’t Own Me” and her Academy Award Nominated song from the film Fame, “Out Here On My Own.”


Vintage film of Gore’s live TV performance of You Don’t Own Me.

Gore officially came out of the closet in 2005 but her sexual orientation was well known by many in the industry and the LGBT community.

From Wikipedia: Gore provided musical aid for the 1996 film Grace of My Heart,

which featured a character (played by Bridget Fonda) whose struggles over her sexual orientation were similar to Gore’s. Beginning in 2004, Gore could be seen hosting the PBS television series, In the Life, which focused on LGBT issues. Gore currently lives with her partner of more than 23 years.

All in all, it was a thrill to finally see Ms. Gore perform and to meet her after the concert where she warmly greeted her fans and autographed copies of her CDs that were for sale. Visit the link to her blog for more upcoming tour dates.

Publicity shot from Lesley Gore's Blog

Publicity shot from Lesley Gore's Blog

Frank H. Jump @ 18 – Zandvoort, Nederland – August 1978

Frank H. Jump - Zandvoort, NL
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Meier & Oelhaf Co. Inc. – Marine Repair – Christopher Street c. 1977

Meier & Oelhaf - West Side Hwy - 1977
This is a snapshot I took when I was seventeen of my girlfriend Elaine Calenda and her lover Sharon Weinstein on the corner of Christopher Street & West Street in 1977. I found this snap in my photo album from 1977. Elaine and Sharon crossed the street and took my camera to take a picture of me because I was in a suit (published in an earlier posting).

Meier & Oelhaf - West Side Hwy - 1977

Meier & Oelhaf - West Side Hwy - 1977
© Frank H. Jump

More on Nostalgia – Gloria Steinem on Bill Maher

Gloria Steinhem on Bill Maher

Bill Maher's Retort on Nostalgia

Bill Maher's Retort on Nostalgia
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This past summer I posted Gloria Steinem’s wonderful quote “on nostalgia” while on Maher’s Real Time, juxtaposed to University of Texas (Austin) Professor Gerald Torres‘ quote on PBS: Nostalgia is corrosive. I never did show the sequence of events on Bill Maher though [They were actually talking about binladen (one word in lower case)]. It’s hilarious. I love Gloria- she is such a class act. Although, she might call me classist by saying so.

I also love watching CC TV (closed-captioned). Since the ringing in my ears is way louder than the normal speaking voice, in an attempt to hear-  it repastes context (written) over visual context- like a shift in frame of time – or frame of reference.

Amsterdam Photo Booth Memoirs

Amsterdam Photobooth Memoirs

Frankie, please sit still. Frankie, please don’t make funny faces. Frankie. Please! – Willy Jump- Amsterdam, Holland 1960-1966

Some of my earliest memories are being in photo booths with Willy, my Mom. I can still smell her Chanel #5 and Wella haarlak (hairspray) while seeing and hearing the flashing lights, the sounds of the camera going off, the buzzing, the clicking, the humming of the development. Shortly after emerging from the booth, there’s the anticipatory sound of the paper being cut and the narrow photo paper dropping down the shoot with a click. And then the whys. Why can’t you just be normal? Keep a straight face. Mom, I can’t even think straight.

Willy & Harold in Amsterdam
(Harold & Willy when they first met at the Kleine Astoria– couple on the right)

All My Love

Willy in Italy
(After returning from Italy with my Dad (Harold Jump) on their two-years post-nuptual honeymoon – Willy had a glamorous air.)

Other memories of downtown Amsterdam are talking to American GIs (while on leave from being trained in Germany before shipping off to Vietnam) in the smoky jukebox lit bar with my Mom and her friends and ex-bosses (the deWaal’s) at the Kleine Astoria Hotel on the corner of the Nieuwezijds Voorburgwal and the Nieuwendijk (just south of Centraal Station) where Willy used to work as a chambermaid when she was a teen.

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Strains of A Lighter Shade of Pale and the Ross-less Supremes hit Nathan Jones (You’ve Been Gone Too Long) wailing in the background as these soldiers cried their eyes out to me about wanting to come home. I would sink in all of the change (kleingeld) I’d win from my Grandfather (Opa), Frans Broekveldt- from playing dice (dubbelsteenen) and play all of the Beatles, British pop, and Motown I could buy.

Opa would begrudgingly hand over my winnings that I would keep in a tin Agio cigar box. I’d shake it back and forth to remind him of his losses. When I wasn’t being dragged in and out of department stores, like the elegant de Beienkorf (The Beehive) or H & M – or – C & A by Willy, I’d be running around the Centrum with my Oma going bootschappen – grocery shopping. We’d go into the center of town and buy smoked eels wrapped in newspaper at the fish market (vismarkt), armfuls of orange tulips for just a few guldens at the flower market (bloemenmarkt) and tons of cold cuts and sliced cheeses to make boterhamen (sandwiches) on the fresh melkbrood – a milky white bread with an almost burnt top crust that was thinly sliced with an automatic electric slicing machine that rattled and whirred. The deli-men always gave my Oma and me tastes (proevertjes) of the slices of bloodwurst and smoked tongue (bloedworst en tong) or the ham that melted in your mouth.

Oma & Sabra
(Oma -grandma- after a boreltje (a little cocktail) and a hand-rolled smoke. She would get that glimmer in her eye, tilt her head and remove a piece of tobacco from her tongue. Sabra proudly sits in the foreground, my Oom (uncle) Frans’ fearless doberman.)

Sometimes, I would hear a new song from the hit parade on Radio Hilversum and drag my Oma to all of the record stores, singing what I remembered of the songs to the store-owners and having them played for me on the turntable with headphones. Beatle hits on VJ Records Please, Please Me, Love Me Do and later hits from the British black girl group The Flirtations like Someone Out There and How Can You Tell Me on the Deram label were memorable outings. We’d rush home, I’d learn the songs in fifteen minutes flat, and I’d run out to play in the galerij (gallery courtyard) with my Dutch buddies and teach them the songs in English, then we’d play tree tag (boom tikketje), or shooting paper cones into people’s open windows with leftover PVC pipes we’d turn into machine guns, or catching bees (beienvangen) from the Butterfly Bush in the middle of the courtyard, and kissing the boys (and girls) whenever I could. Then Willy would come walking up the street like Grace Kelly after a day at de kapper (the hairdresser) – who was her best friend – Peter Raakman, and we’d run off and go de stadt in – into town. We’d hit a photo booth and document her latest peach blonde beehived masterpiece.

Children of the Geuzenstraat, Bos en Lommer
(The Boys of the Geuzenstraat, Bos en Lommer – Amsterdam) © Frank H. Jump

Kurt Vonnegut On Suicide

Kurt Vonnegut

The Biome’s Blog posted a piece about “who we lost in 2007.” Vonnegut was the image chosen. I wrote:

Funny you chose Vonnegut [in context with my last posting]. I was a huge fan growing up in the 70’s. Oddly enough, I got to meet him in a very intimate setting, his daughter Lily’s third birthday party. An ex-friend Janet and I were all dressed up for a formal party, so I was wearing a tux and she a gown. Janet used to babysit for Kurt and Jill (Krementz). When we got to the party, everyone got really quiet because Janet and I looked so good. My old friend Lou Miano (Larry Kramer fashioned the character Lou Marino “Anthony Montano” [thanks Larry for the correction!] after him for his biting and bridge-burning novel Faggots) was there and there was that “what are you doing here?” exchange of glances and then comments. Lou worked for a major advertising agency before getting fired, and later sued [and won according to Larry] for age discrimination.

Well, as soon as he could, Kurt came over to introduce himself and because of the way Janet and I were dressed, he assumed we were an engaged item. Kurt was also two-sheets to the wind with a few clothes-pins missing. So he took me outside to give me the fatherly talk. He told me what a good girl Janet was and how I needed to treat her right. Then almost immediately he told me that he was thinking of committing suicide.¹ I turned and without blinking an eye I said – “Well, you’ve been writing about it for years and with your family history, why haven’t you done it already?” He lit up a cigarette and told me sometimes suicide takes time. Then he laughed and said, “I was just trying to see if you read my stuff.” We (Janet and I) left shortly afterwards.

¹ According to Wikipedia: Vonnegut reportedly smoked Pall Mall cigarettes, unfiltered, which he claimed is a “classy way to commit suicide.”

Rediscovering Jamaica… Jamaica, Queens

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© Frank H. Jump
© Frank H. Jump

First of a series of images from Jamaica, Queens. This is off Hillside Avenue looking south on 150th Street.