If you are over fifty, National Geographic was part of the wallpaper of your life. You had stacks of issues in your house and browsed through them to do reports for social studies. Boys looked for the semi-nude women of other cultures to stare at in hidden playground huddles, as our own puritan culture kept them frustratingly hidden from view. We would flip through the pages in our homes, in doctor’s offices and as we anxiously waited for the dentist and his dreaded drill. Even if we didn’t read the articles, we
My family had so many NG's in the house when I was growing up. They were the go-to resource of their time. I was in a local used bookstore the other day and asked if their (off-limits) third floor was still weighed down with thousands upon thousands and more of NG's. The current owner (daughter of the founder) said no, they were gone. Sad, although the structural integrity of the antique building is probably much improved.
My father had a subscription from 1948 to his death in 2021. I found piles and piles of them in his garage, going all the way back. I sold them at the estate sale, but now I wish I paid more attention and saved a few. Thank you this wonderful post, Chris. Love, Jamie