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I was at a farmhouse today buying some antiques. I had just finished loading up the truck when the lady of the house walked up to me.
"Do you know anyone who could use these?"
I looked down at her hands and said with a smile "Trivets?"
"Yes, trivets. They're still good" she told me
"Why yes" I said " I do know some people who would like a trivet."
She handed them to me with a smile and said
"Good, I really want them to go to a good home. My mother loved them so."
Now, I ask you, who wants a trivet?
We were going through a box of records from an estate sale
When we found this
I don't know if I ever mentioned it here before but I also post on Swapatorium.
From the back of the photo
"The happy birthday gal 5/24/71"
I don't know why I like this
I just want to know the story behind it
Inside almost every old photo album I buy, there's a photo taken from inside a moving car.
I have no idea why....
With digital cameras you can say goodbye to photos like this
Push one button and you can erase your mistake
Maybe that's a good thing
If you couldn't access Bighappy yesterday
It was because my hosting company had a minor meltdown.
A few months back Nick and I went to see Other Peoples Picture's. It's a (great) movie about snapshot collectors. One of the collectors featured in the movie was an israeli immigrant who lost family members in the holocaust and whose own family album was destroyed years ago. He collects snapshots of nazis in everyday situations. His collection is called "The Banality of Evil". I could think of better things to collect but hey.... to each his own.
This pic is a group of german soldiers on leave.
(apologies to Godwin)
Found in a box of photographs
I Like it
Someone sent me a nekkid picture.
I'd love to share but but but......zowie....
Nice legs by the way.
This one was sent to me by Mark
"My grandparents' house. It could be Halloween, or not. I would
just put this stuff on. Note "peace helmet" with fuzzy hippy flower
sticker, and plastic tommy gun. This was approved by my Republican
In other news, I'm not alone
Thanks to CokePoet for the link
Wendy sent me this pic
"In case you need any more photos, here is my favorite pic of my grandfather from his
tavern owning days. As you can see, Miss Tavern Pale got to keep her title for a
WHOLE week, wow. I love the look in my grandfather's eye."
Christmas in July
(and a note to the many people who sent in pics when my scanner went down. I'll be posting your pics later this week)
Hey folks, Nick here. Ron is a busy little beaver so he asked me to fill in today. I thought I'd start by keeping the personal nostalgia theme going and posting a photo of me laying down some serious low end at Westhill High's Battle of the Bands in 1980. For the record, the band's name was Destiny but I wish I could remember the name of the purple spandex-clad babe- she wasn't actually in the band and her mike was never even turned on- she was strictly there to look hot. Mission accomplished I'd say!
CokePoet emailed me these pics of his parents
The first one is from 1952
The second is from 1963-ish
As we continue to wait for my new scanner, people keep sending in photos.
This one is from Stormy.
It's her mom and dad in 1952.
If that's not the look of love then I don't know what is.
I had no idea your dad is Robert De Niro
Doc just sent me this awesome photo.
A shot of happiness in an email from franko
"Here's my favorite found photo. I actually have this framed and on
display in one room in our house.
I found it in an antique store, and initially I bought it just
because it was a great photo of a bunch of guys toasting you, the
viewer, but then later I realized with great delight that they are
toasting with a bottle of Pernod Fils absinthe. I'm not sure where or
when this photo was taken, but the Pernod Fils absinthe labels are
quite distinctive, and you can pretty clearly see it here. Absinthe
is also cloudy when in the glass, and the stuff in the glasses they
are raising also add ammo to my theory. Anyway, the real stuff was
banned in the U.S. in 1912 and in france in 1915, but my guess is
that this photo was taken after that.
So, my own internal story for this photo is that these guys had a pre-
ban bottle of absinthe they were sitting on and saving for a special
occasion, and this photo is commemorating the day they opened it. I
wish I knew the real story of this photo, but no matter what, i never
tire of looking at it.
Thanks for letting me share it!"
Jen sent in this photo of herself circa 1972
I think she somehow glued her neck to her shoulder
More email goodness
This one from Heidi
"In the mood of your website, I present a photo of my childhood living
room, but from my dad's bachelor days.
He bought the house in 1959, when he was 33. Until then, he was content
to live with his parents. He didn't have a washer or dryer until he was
engaged to my mom in 1965, because his mom would still do his laundry
He chose the house, in part, because of the long solid wall. An optimal
distance for his 200-pound speakers in each corner. Note the TV,
turntable, AM/FM combination. Here is a man who loves music and
electronics. Nearly all of the albums shown are band albums. He
doesn't just have "The Marches" but he has a section for Spanish
marches, English Marches, German Marches. And again for the polka
albums. And lots of jazz and big band. And Stan Freberg, the Smothers
Brothers. I found an album once, as a kid, called "Everything You
Should Know from the Kinsey Report" But is was just a talking album. I
did like the MAD album and one called "Knockers Up."
The coffee table is solid marble. As a wee 'un, about 6, I was scooting
around on hands and knees and knocked my face into the table. I had
quite a shiner, just in time for Christmas photos. In my teen years, I
found out that the marble top only rests on the metal frame - it isn't
firmly attached. I learned this when the top slid off the metal frame
and landed on my brother's foot.
The wallpaper is still there, though is was painted light green in the
80's. Alternating sections of smooth and sandpaper in one-foot squares.
What you can't see is the cool antenna dial with compass markings. As
kids, we'd turn the dial, then run out to the yard to watch the antenna
point to the new direction.
Dad was so proud of this place that this was the photo he sent with his
Christmas cards that year, out in his first place.
And his only place. He turns 80 today, and he's still there with my mom."
Budman sent me some photos to post until the scanner arrives.
The first one is Fess.
The bottom pic is his dad (the guy on the right)
Really. My scanner bit the dust.
Should we play Yahtzee or something instead?
Ya see, I scan the pics on a daily basis.
I really don't have hundreds scanned and ready to go.
And well, like...my scanner...it like broke......
And uh...like...I ah......don't have any pictures to post.
Because my scanner is like....dead.....goneski....over.....out...
This scanner is no more. It has ceased to be. It's expired and gone to meet its maker. This is a late scanner. It's a stiff. Bereft of life, it rests in peace, if you hadn't nailed it to the perch it would be pushing up the daisies. It's rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. This is an ex-scanner
I could ask Angelica or Nick to fill in but it's a holiday
And I really don't want to bug them.
I just ordered another scanner but it'll be a couple of days before it gets here.
Here we are.....
Yep....just you and me......
Anyone want to play Yahtzee?
My freaking scanner broke. Fug fug fug. AAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHH.
(grumble rant argle bargle ugh)
Paging Mr. Nick. Paging Mr. Nick.
Mr. Nick please pick up white courtesy telephone.