My Mother elected not to get married to her steady beau right out of high school like many of her contemporaries. She wanted to be an actress and in 1961 she moved to Washington D.C. to attend the National Academy of Broadcasting, the year after Wolfman Jack graduated from the same institution. Naturally, she took her elaborate and small sized wardrobe with her. She had roommates from Down South who called purses pocketbooks and cried their way out of speeding tickets by cooing their southern drawl and batting their eyelashes. They also borrowed her clothes without asking or cleaning them before sneaking them back in her closet.
The NAB certainly taught her many things. While I was growing up she was a working actress, most proficiently in the field of radio voice work. What I remember most about the National Academy of Broadcasting and my Mother’s tales of living in Washington D.C. is that we never had grape jelly in our house. Every berry season she would cherish her marionberry jam and recount the days in D.C. where your only jam choice was grape.
She certainly left out a few things about all the fun she was having. Oh those pants! She's always been a pro at removing her glasses before being photographed.
I recently came across a stash of photos from her time there that I had never seen before. I love seeing her pencil skirts and capri pants of the early 60s. She's just 18 years old here and it's interesting to see her style evolve from her childhood in the 1950s into a slightly more sophisticated look that prefaces the more eccentric ensembles she donned as the decade wore on. Her friends and roommates made time for sightseeing, parades and hi-jinx. These photos amuse me as they are a nice look into early 1960s youthful styles and what Washington D.C. looked like during the Camelot Era.