Flying First Class

Way back, like a hundred years ago, or maybe it just feels that way to me this morning, flying around the country was a big deal.
A very very big deal.
A big enough deal that you got dressed up for the occasion.
Men wore suits and ties
Women wore dresses, heels and hats.
And pearls. Pearls were daytime wear.
Think Mrs Cleaver.

(Matt-Man: think Mrs. Cleaver with clothes on. Just teasing. No really, put some clothes on her!)

This was back when airlines served food.
Real food!
Food that you used a knife and fork to eat.
Real knives and forks!
Made of silver or stainless.
Stainless for those flying coach,
Silver for those flying first class.

The flight attendants were all women.
And they weren't called flight attendants.
They were called stewardesses.
They wore dresses.
And little caps.

If you were lucky enough to be flying first class
after you got settle into your seat,
you were handed a menu.
A menu with choices of what was being served on that flight.
The menu usually had some sort of art on the cover.
Art like this:

This is a first class menu from a United Airlines flight to.....
Guess where?
Chicago!

I thought it was suitable for framing.
What do you think?

Love,
M

PS: this is one of those things that I found among my in-laws things. Eddie worked for United Airlines as a mechanic. I thought it was wonderful. I will not be handed a menu on my flight to Washington DC tomorrow. There will not be real food. There will not be silverware. Not even plastic. I won't be wearing a dress, or heels, or pearls. And the flight attendants will not be all women. Though that's not a fur sur thing.