Loveliest of all, the magic of this Bungalow shall remain in your heart for all the days of your life..1930s Glamour intermingled with 1940s Homefront Attitude and Style! Hubba, Hubba!
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Quite The Stir Bungalow, Gettysburg, PA
Ahh...you've happened across Quite The Stir Bungalow Blog quite unexpectedly right?
Need a break from rushing full tilt down busy city streets where all eyes are focused on the day ahead and the persons' back in front of them? Transport yourselves into history with overnight accommodations at an historical small town all-American '30s and '40s Bungalow where everyone looks you in the eyes, gives you a hearty fare-thee-well and always knows your name.
Be our guests through this Blog, as we share the attitude and style of the 1930s through the 1940s,and yes...glamour of Quite The Stir Bungalow!
If you were to walk right on in to any particular diner coast to coast in the 1940s on any given day of the year, you'd probably find a stool at the luncheon counter, wrap your leg around the base, give a heave ho and pull yourselves a break on the swivel down.
"Hotsy Totsy day out there" you'd probably overhear a city slicker, who just pulled in with his brand new shining black jalopy, (for the second time that week) comment to a kinda hard boiled P.Y.T (pretty young thing), who boredly awaited the hundredth order that morning alone.
And, you'd probably see P.Y.T. resting an elbow atop the steel counter, lead pencil stuck in her mass of blonde waves and gum snapping. Her crisply starched white collar, with sheared off cuffed sleeves to match, would be in odd contrast to her demeanor. She'd be listening as the city slicker boasted (for the second time that week) "I'm gonna spend me some pennies from heaven!"
So? What a wise guy betcha dimes to the dozen P.Y.T is probably thinking. Instead, she'll stand upright, look him in the eyes and drawl "Okey Dokey then, same, loverboy?"
Man Oh Man!, thinks city slicker to himself. This P.Y.T has a kisser to die for and gams to match! Hubba! He gets his own eyeful as she lets out a lungful to the sad sack rumpled cook, whose been reading the paper's track results, while standing unseen beyond the galley opening. "Big Cheese here gets an order of Adam and Eve on a Raft and wreck um!" Continuing to snap her gum, she ads with a quick afterthought " Oh yeah, and make it snappy, ya pushover!" The cook mutters beneath his breath and tosses the paper into the tattered dog-eared cardboard breadbox to begin frying up another endless order of rations.
No Siree, it was never second rate or boring at the diner! What'd ya think Snook'ums?