Photo courtesy of Cherie Tucker
In the ’50s, it wasn’t uncommon for magazines like Seventeen to have advertisements for hope chests. The ads read something like, “If he buys you a hope chest, then you know he’s serious.” It is memories like this that Cherie Tucker brings back to life in her fiction novel “Hope Chest,” a story of college and sorority life on the eve of the women’s movement.
It’s 1959, and Kathleen Andrews is doing what most girls her age are doing — what she can to find a suitable husband.