It was the trip of her lifetime. She had scrimped and denied herself small pleasures at home so she could fly Braniff.
So she could stay at the Waldorf.
And at the Lake Placid Club.
And the Copley Plaza.
So she could ride the Pullman Railroad and let the porters bring her tea.
And as she left each place, each adventure, she knew she’d never be back. This was, for her, the last hurrah.
So, she slipped a little something in her case, just to keep as a small memento of this special time.
It wasn’t that she was a thief. No, never that! She had just looked forward to this for so long and spent so much money, surely a small souvenir would do no harm.
Do you know this woman? There must’ve been many like her, to judge by the vintage linens I’ve come across from hotels and airlines and resorts.
These linens all speak to an era of travel that is long gone by—elegance and attention to detail.
I’ve never brought home a pilfered souvenir from a trip, although I was almost seduced once by the heavy silverware at the Saturn Club in Buffalo, with the tiny stamp of the planet on the handle.
But I admit I’d’ve been sorely tempted by these lovely items of a bygone time.
*My blog post title was apparently the title of an episode of the old Perry Mason TV series!