Eleanor Tatum

First a title explanation: Not Hugging Grand Daughters

Focus. I must focus. Not on the virus or politics nor religion. Although, I will say once that the husband and I are definite Faucians.

Thoughts from The Writer, a magazine, published in January 1943, vol. 56. Found in my attic, I do believe that advertisers are a type of historian. I enjoy reading antique magazines, such as Life and Look and This England. The ads are an eye on the times of publication; from cigarettes, automobiles, to books.

Those of you who research publishing possibilities might have have come across Dorrance Company. In the above mentioned magazine the first page urges the writer to send their typewritten manuscripts (30,000 word count or above) to their Philadelphia office (before zip codes). The Dorrance was incorporated in 1920.

There, you see, historical writing-business. Or you could send a subscription of The Writer to “The Men in the Armed Forces” for $1.50 a year, for the duration of the war. That was WWII, in case you’re inept.

How about a “Manuscript Criticism Service”? The Dutch Uncle for one dollar per thousand words will satisfy your criticism needs. I wonder if they are still in business and I wonder if their rates have increased. I’ll Google it.

Enough!