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Linda Hilton

Reader, Writer, Merciless Reviewer and Incurable Romantic

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Ammie, Come Home - Barbara Michaels

 

Ammie, Come Home was written in the mid- to late 1960s as a contemporary gothic.  The time-frame clues  come early, with one of the first being the reference to hamburgers on page 1.  Because I was growing up in that era and remember it more or less fondly, I thought I'd provide some visual aids for anyone who might be interested.

 

The character Ruth Bennett, who is in her mid-forties (page 3), is wearing a suit in "a soft tweedy mixture of pink and blue" that may very well have looked a lot like this Coco Chanel number.

 

 

 

Ruth goes on to describe her niece Sara's fashions in some detail.  Sara's black hair is long and straight --

 

Ruth had never caught Sara ironing it, but she suspected the worst.

 

 

Sara wears mini-skirts, tall boots, and mesh stockings.  All of these were standard style for the late 1960s.

 

 

 

 

 

 

And that late 1960s foreign sportscar that looked like an insect?  I always thought the old Citroën models looked rather like grasshoppers . . . .

 

 

but the Citroën is not a "very small car" of the type described on page 4.  And I would never consciously imagine the flamboyant Professor MacDougal to be driving a vehicle known more for its luxurious ride than its sporty flair.  He'd have been driving something more like this 1966 Jaguar XK-E.

 

 

Ah, yes, I remember it well!