The Nacelle Belles of ’42

Just wrapped up the birthday party of my boy’s 86-Year-Old Great Grandmother. We had bacon-wrapped meatloaf, potatoes, and a cheesecake dessert. We sipped 21 YO Scotch and listened as Granny regaled us with tales of impromptu trips to Tijuana from Long Beach in the 40’s. She would meet up to go dancing with sailors and somehow found her way south of the Border hours later, where her boyfriend was thrown in jail for assaulting the locals. Also found out that her mother, “Granny-Lou” was a riveter at the Douglas factory in Long Beach.

No, this isn’t Granny-Lou. But thanks to Shorpy for helping spur some great conversations!