life much easier to bear. They were called " radio soap operas". There were so many, and I can remember "The Romance of Helen Trent" and the announcer asking "Can a women over 35 find
love and romance?" What a laugh!!!
And then there was "Our Gal Sunday" and the announcer asked, "Can a girl from a little mining town in the West find happiness as the wife of a wealthy and titled Englishman?" Hey, why not?
And Oxydol's Own Ma Perkins. She was a friend to all and came close to being a fairy godmother. The harried housewife felt a little better knowing that there were people like Ma Perkins in the world.
And there was "This is Nora Drake". She was a nurse in a hospital and probably had all the doctors falling for her.
And so the lonely housewife lived vicariously through the soap opera heroines. And it was good.
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