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Word: moms (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
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...enter with them; Hitchcock dollies down the outside corridor, down the stairs and out to the street. Outside the bustle of the Picadilly marketplace continues, but our attention focuses on the rose-lined corridors of the flat where the nice young fruit salesman who lives with Mom is probably murdering the latest of many young brides. (The shot is a copy of one in Psycho--but there the only purpose was to hide the killer's true identity...

Author: By Michael Sragow, | Title: Frenzy | 7/7/1972 | See Source »

...growing up in Arlington, Va., her father worked as a draftsman and her mother as a public school cook who played organ at a local church. By the time she was nine, Roberta was playing for the Sunday school; at age eleven she was sitting in for Mom at the 11 o'clock service. She entered Howard University on a partial music scholarship at 15, and at 20 was teaching music in Washington junior high schools. After school she would rush home for a nap, then play at Mr. Henry's Georgetown branch until...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: Lady with a Low Flame | 6/5/1972 | See Source »

...remember how he would come home after work. He would be tired and have a hungry gut. He would complain that Mom was not feeding my younger brother or him or me. Mom would shout. Dad would swear, and my younger brother would cry. Mom and Dad threw things at each other. I could hear them even though I was in the bedroom and my pillow was over my ears. I tried to think about pretty Donna Reed while Dad shouted and swore...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Nation: Arthur Bremer's Notes from the Underground | 5/29/1972 | See Source »

...liked to think that I was living with a television family and there was no yelling at home, and no one hit me. Mom hit me. Mom hit me a lot when Dad was not around. I could see the bumps on my head when I got a short hair...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Nation: Arthur Bremer's Notes from the Underground | 5/29/1972 | See Source »

When they talked, I just looked at my shoe laces. I dreamed my shoe laces were big snakes and they were crawling up my legs, and it was dark, and I was lost in Africa, and Dad was too busy to save me. Mom was talking to that nice man next door, and they were smiling at each other and too busy for me. Donna Reed was pulling at the snakes to save me, but I did not care. I pushed Donna Reed away from me. I wanted to die. I wanted to be cremated and have the ashes thrown...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Nation: Arthur Bremer's Notes from the Underground | 5/29/1972 | See Source »

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