The 60s With Eva
Pasco
Author of "Underlying
Notes"
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Eva
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Eva Pasco
Bio:
Undergoing a
midlife renaissance, and restless to find my own niche, I revived
my dormant writing talent to compose fiction that taps into
significant issues impacting the lives of Boomer Babes. Not buying
into the Menopause Manifesto, I believe women never lose
their "curb appeal." Love, passion, and adventure
remain integral parts of a woman's life at any
age.
Also, taking a
cue from the women in my circle who have family obligations,
careers, inhibitions, anxieties, or fears preventing us
from forsaking it all, Carla Matteo stepped into my field of vision
and the seeds for UNDERLYING NOTES were
sown.
All About Eva's
"UNDERLYING NOTES"
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Eva Pasco's "Underlying
Notes" |
More than a
cocktail for hot flashes and fluctuating libido, Underlying
Notes is littered with debris from the Sixties and
strewn with crumbs of callousness, blame, self-sacrifice,
repression, and restlessness along Carla Matteo's journey in
the Second Act of Life.
Carla's fragrance
addiction numbs the pain of her father's tragic death, wards off
the sting of a severed adolescent friendship, fortifies her against
the stench of employment inside her husband's waste management
company on land purported to have been swindled by a shady
father-in-law, and wafts through fantasies of having a fling with
hubby's paesano. During a midlife crisis the
juice offers incentive for Carla to find her own niche, while the
ominous rose note in Paloma Picasso forces her to confront
a troubled past.
Carla Matteo's
self-deprecating wit and candor navigate the reader past Rhode
Island's affluent coastal communities, prominent landmarks,
cherished institutions, and olive oil spills of the
underworld. Carla's account is as multilayered as the
fragrances she wears to permeate back stories that illuminate the
present and surrender underlying secrets one morsel at a
time.
Copies of "Underlying
Notes" by Eva Pasco may be purchased
here:
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- The Christmas Conspiracy
During the Capitol years 1962-65, our ultimate all American summer band, the Beach Boys, produced their hit holiday singles, "The Man with all the Toys" and "Little Saint Nick." I had believed in Santa Claus up until 1961, a youngster hanging onto visions of sugar plums while practically sledding into a double digit year.
- Zapruder Effect
JFK's assassination and the sequence of events to follow would leave imprints in our minds impervious to heat, moisture, or chemical breakdown--the Zapruder Effect.
- Day Trippin'
My fondest recollections growing up in the Sixties settle upon those day trips taken during my father's two-week summer vacation. Thinking back, it was hardly a vacation for my parents. My mom would load the picnic cooler with utensils and food staples road-ready for my father to cook on the portable stove at a campground enroute to our destination
- Judy, Judy, Judy...
The price of a first class postage stamp in 1960 was 4 cents; school bus drivers did not run the gauntlet of background checks prior to getting hired; no one made a big deal out of things where it concerned children--perhaps they should have; people in the boonies opened their door after dark when they heard a knock...and, most importantly, Judy deserved a citation for using her head...
- How I Spent My Sweet Sixteenth Summer Vacation
In 1967, I took my first job under the umbrella of summer temp. Capitol Heel Lining occupied a large part of the old Wanskuk Mill complex on Branch Avenue, Providence. Like an aging sage, the mill's wisdom trickled through those walls to teach me lessons in life I've never forgotten.
- Home Ick
Spiraling down Jefferson Airplane's Go Ask Alice when she's ten feet tall looking glass of the sixties, I find myself winding along the linoleum corridors, a seventh grader at Lincoln Junior High.
- A Graveyard Smash
Bobby "Boris" Pickett and the Crypt-Kickers' "Monster Mash" caught on in a flash with its release in 1962. You might say Pickett's Transylvanian twist was a blood tansfusion infused by his father, a theater manager, who distilled in his son a love of horror films.
- Fra-Gee-Lay
Perhaps more memorable to me than Ralphie's Daisy Red Ryder BB gun in A Christmas Story (1983), is that bizarre leg lamp, so evocative of nylon stockings during the sixties. Fragile or Fra-Gee-Lay, are what they were.
- Lickin' 'o the Green
Though there will always be spills in "Aisle 2" of our nation's supermarkets, B.B. King's '69 song title spills all: The Thrill is Gone...the thrill of collecting and hording S&H Green Stamps.
- The Bubble Flip
One of the popular hairdos of the Sixties decade was that of the Bubble Flip--no simple undertaking indeed! In order to achieve the "look," serious commitment was a major requirement.
- My Scoop on Alley Oop
"There's a man in the funny papers we all know"--Alley Oop, the comic strip caveman created by V.T. Hamlin in 1932. This Stone Age, though not stoned, Neanderthal was immortalized in 1960 through the screwball lyrics sung by the Hollywood Argyles-- really Gary Paxton with a multitrack solo since he was already under contract with another label as "Flip" of "Skip and Flip."
- Fallout from the Sixties
As a child growing up in the Sixties, the Cold War was as palpable a dark cloud as the mushroom blast over Hiroshima. StilI fresh in my mind are clips of Nikita Kruschev banging his shoe on a lecturn while delivering the line, "We will bury you!"
- A Tribute to Twiggy
Twiggy allowed me to become a trendsetter my freshman year of high school. While most of my teen peers were ironing their long hair straight after the Beatles made landfall in America, it became Greaser passe for me to backcomb or rat tease my hair to dizzying heights.
- The Fantastic Umbrella Factory
Where have all the Hippies gone? A native Rhode Islander, one of my favorite places to visit along the coast was The Fantastic Umbrella Factory, a small farm with a cluster of drafty, dilapidated, and musty barns owned by Hippies.
- The Hippie Movement's Drift on Fragrance
A lifelong fragrance afficionado who flits from one femme fatale fume to another to achieve an olfactory high, my hip hip hurray to the Hippie Movement's profound influence on "smelling good" is long overdue.
- A Riveting Revolution
Since the Sixties were a prime time of protest against the Vietnam War, and advocation of equal rights be they Gay, Student, or Civil--why not equality for women while we were at it? Empowered Daughters of the Riveters revolted against male supremacy in a capitalistic society where discrimination in wages and promotions ran rampant.
- The Locomotion of Lava Lamps
Though I've yet to possess a lava lamp, I've always been meaning to. Its unpredictable kaleidoscopic fluidity never fails to capture and hold my attention. The lamp's resurgence in popularity from its limelight during the sixties heats up the locomotion all over again.
- A Senior Moment
The year 1969 is most memorable to me as my last year at Lincoln Senior High, and the start of my freshman year at Rhode Island College. Though I can now appreciate the challenging spirit of the Sixties, you might say it eluded me while living through the decade.
- Two Backseat Barbarians
I shake my head and marvel how any of us children of the Sixties could have turned out fine as I mind travel down my own memory lane...
- M-m-m, Burgers
As hamburger prices increased anywhere from 45 - 55 cents, we ventured to the Hillsgrove section of Warwick, Rhode Island where the first burger joint selling beef on a bun for 15 cents took a stand-- Burger Chef. This new fast food establishment's meagre offerings included: burgers already prepared with mustard, ketchup, and onions; fries; Coke; vanilla shakes.
- A Sixties Summer
Who would have thought a metal folding chair would impact my recollection of Summer in the 60s? That's right...a cold, shallow, beige chair with a set of jaws to spawn its own macabre tale
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