Halloa! I fear this box may never provide a description that could ever truly satisify the definition of description.
In saying that, I'm 27, from Liverpool, apparently an infp, with a passion for Liverpool FC, history, and Star Trek. Ahem.
Also, I suppose I should note that I am so utterly staid that the colour beige has pursued legal action against me on a number of occasions. Damned legal obligations...
Oh, and this blog is quite probably PG-safe (I guess what constitutes PG is subjective, so probably) as I very rarely swear and don't post images of a fleshy nature.
Oh, oh, and I have a fascination (um, irrepressible obsession) with the two world wars, which is why they appear so prominently in my Tumblr. Macabre, perhaps, but it's principally centred on a desire to contribute, however insignificantly, to the "perpetuation" of those who suffered immeasurably in the wars.
When you went to your high school prom did you think to yourself, “I wish this night could last forever…” Well, in 1958 it almost did.
“Traditionally,” LIFE noted in its June 9, 1958, issue, “senior proms are the high school students’ big night to howl. To keep them happy and off the roads and ultimately wear them out, many high schools now sponsor all-night dances. The only trouble is that each generation seems to take longer to wear out.”
Students at Mariemont High School near Cincinnati came close to the ultimate this year when they put on a “prom” that lasted almost 32 hours. It started with a progressive dinner (spaghetti to strawberry cake), followed by a formal but highly energetic dance. Then the students boarded a river boat for a cruise and dancing to a jazz combo. Dawn found them somewhat subdued and back at the school for breakfast. Sent home for a short rest period, they emerged refreshed and descended on an amusement park. By nightfall half the students had discovered they were mortal and had gone home to bed. The rest whipped up another dance. “It keeps getting better and better,” one said, “as I get more and more numb.”Read more about this night here on LIFE.com.
"We always write letters to each other. She wrote me letters the whole time I was in the hospital. When I thought my hand was never going to work again, she wrote me a letter that said: ‘At the very least, I expect you to pick up a marble when I see you next.’ I’m actually going to see her in a few hours. But I still want to have a letter to give her."
Rear view of young couple snuggling behind the wheel of his convertible as they watch large screen action behind rows of cars at a drive-in movie theater, Los Angeles, July 22, 1949. Photograph by J.R. Eyerman.