In some way I feel like I can’t tell enough
Jayne Mansfield stories, even the same story.
Reading about her every single Friday while waiting for my mother
at Claudine’s hair salon reading every possible celebrity
magazine (we did not get them at home- our household reading
was far more somber New Yorkers and The New York Times)
but I could never personally get enough of Jayne Mansfield
What Was It About Her and she was in more or less
every single magazine, in a parlor populated by women like my mother,
Besses and Idas and Fayettes, all getting ready for Friday Night
at the Beth Israel Synagogue Center where not a single person
bore even the slightest resemblance to Jane. And although I have
described to you before what my seventh grade interview was with her
full-bodied husband Mickey, nothing like any of the men at
Beth Israel Synagogue Center either even the one man I knew
who often discussed WORKING OUT no one else used those words
to the best of my knowledge anyway I like the idea of Storied Stuff
and if you want you could read my Jayne Mansfield story, again.
https://www.storied-stuff.com/stories/esther-cohen
I am about to pass her resting place in Pen Argyl, PA, the heart of the Slate Belt. My husband is driving, so no worries