tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30704202120327986392024-03-09T18:46:36.029-08:00Ladies of the GroveUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger158125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070420212032798639.post-59241447366260570602016-02-05T13:59:00.001-08:002016-02-05T14:33:34.156-08:00Eat More Bananas!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is the prompt for this week's Sepia Saturday. When seeing this photo and the woman in a swimsuit, it brought me back to 1958 when I wanted more than anything to be a lifeguard. I was about 16 at the time and had just finished a red cross life saving course. I loved to swim and I felt that I would be a great candidate for the lifeguard post at our local pool. <br />
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I didn't have the muscles of Gertrude Ederle:<br />
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or the figure of Esther Williams:<br />
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But I was a really good swimmer and I did have my life saving badge. I had even taught swimming to kids at the YMCA (that's me on the far left, not doing much teaching here):<br />
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So I applied for the job of lifeguard with the Parks and Recreation Department and then received this letter:<br />
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After receiving the letter and feeling totally dejected, I received a call from the Rec Dept telling me again that I hadn't been in the running. He said I just didn't weigh enough. When I asked what I could do to get the job in the future, he said "Maybe you should eat more bananas".<br />
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Was he kidding? I was never sure. And now I'm thinking several decades later, would that have really worked - eating more bananas?<br />
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According to Chris Freytag on the blog GetHealthy.com, I don't think so. He maintains that "the only thing you need to be aware of is if you're consuming bananas like a chimpanzee (you consume a large quantity of them daily!) then yes, you will need to be concerned about weight gain. If you choose to consume bananas daily, a general guideline is to consume no more than two per day."<br />
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So I didn't get the job and I didn't go on to eat lots of bananas. In fact, I wondered if maybe the real reason I didn't get the job was because I was a girl. I found this article in the Aug. 30, 1992 L.A. Times by Kim Kowksy:<br />
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"After 16 years on the job, Sharon Law still faces daily reminders that she is not only a lifeguard—but a female lifeguard.<br />
When she takes a shower after work, she tapes a handwritten sign on the locker room door that says "female inside." To fit into the shorts issued by the county, she has to cut out the lining designed for men.<br />
And when she responds to a call for help, she finds it is coming from a male swimmer who then refuses to be rescued by a woman, preferring instead to struggle to shore alone.<br />
The lifeguard service is a men's club—it is, was and always will be," said Law. "When I first started, I wanted to be one of the men, but I've come to the conclusion I'll never be a fully initiated member."<br />
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Aha, that was it really. It wasn't because I didn't weigh enough, or eat enough bananas. I was just a girl and it was a boy's job. The article above was written in 1992. Maybe things have changed by now, but I doubt it.<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "times";"> The most female lifeguards you'll see will be on reruns of Baywatch. </span></span><br />
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This is our prompt photo for this week. What a cute dog she's holding. But I wanted to talk about my favorite dogs. Since I've already posted a blog about my own dog, I'm not going to feature her again. But here's my favorite film dog - Uggie:<br />
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Uggie is the star of the film, <i>The Artist</i> which won an Oscar for Best Film last year. He is the cutest dog ever. If you haven't seen the movie, you should rent it. It's wonderful. The real star of the film is Jean Dujardin, shown above. He's pretty cute too, but Uggie stole the show.<br />
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I dug through my treasure trove of old photos and came up with the following dogs with their owners:<br />
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Doesn't he look like he might be an entertainer with a dog act? I think I've posted this photo before and mentioned that I couldn't figure out what that stick is. Maybe the dog jumps over the stick. I hope it's not for discipline!! On second thought, I think it's not a stick at all, but the edge of a bench or chair.<br />
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This man would like to be an entertainer. He's saying "Sit, Stay" But that's about all he's trained the dog to do. Hope he didn't quit his day job!<br />
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I love this chubby little diapered baby sitting with his pet dog. Looks like they're having fun in the sand, check out his back paws.<br />
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Two kids and their dog sitting by the river. Maybe they just finished having a picnic. Doesn't get much better than that.<br />
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This old guy loves his dog. What a fine canine he has.<br />
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And here's a room of someone who really loved dogs. He had just about every breed pinned to his wall. Do you think he's trying to decide which dog to adopt, or just admiring all the different types. Maybe his landlord didn't allow pets, so this is his answer to a petless home. </div>
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I couldn't finish this post without adding a photo of my own dog (even tho I said I wouldn't) but I was feeling guilty. So here she is with her owner.<br />
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This week's theme is street sellers. Pictured is a Chinese man who will make a pair of shoes while you wait:<br />
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When your shoes are finished and you've walked in them a bit, you'll need to have them shined. No problem - anywhere you go in the world, you'll find a shoeshine boy on the street just waiting to accommodate you. This photo is from a trip I took to Rio in 1970.<br />
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But where are all the shoeshine boys? All those chairs at the ready and only one boy has shown up. I have a feeling the boy having his shoes shined is a shill trying to entice some real customers.<br />
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Here's a video I found that goes along with the theme quite nicely:<br />
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Remember to keep your shoes shined. Give these boys a break.<br />
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Walk along the street and find other tales of street-side marketers at <a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/2014/10/sepia-saturday-250-18-october-2014.html">Sepia Saturday</a>.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070420212032798639.post-60763331073800164442014-09-05T14:22:00.000-07:002014-09-05T15:39:55.709-07:00Music, But No MonkeysThe photo prompt this week of the organ grinder is the perfect theme for me to show off photos from my recent trip to France. But first you have to listen to this music as a way of introduction:
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It's music from the film <i>Amelie </i>(one of my favorite films) and has a wonderful French flavor, perfect as an accompaniment to my little tour. (This video goes on and on, so just listen to as much as you want. Wish I could figure out how to edit YouTube videos. Do any of you know?). <br />
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I visited my daughter, Megan and her boyfriend, Jean Patrick last month and had a wonderful 10 day stay in the North West of France. Everywhere we went there was music of some kind.<br />
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This is a street musician in Dinan (in the Brittany area). I'm not sure what instrument he is playing but it looks a little like a
dulcimer. It's probably a medieval instrument because this town is
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And in the same town, we have a one-girl band. She played everything. There's not an appendage that isn't in use. What a talent.<br />
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More from Dinan (that town was just full of street musicians). This was a man playing what looks like an organ grinder type thing but he didn't have a monkey on his shoulder. Instead he had a woman who sang along with him and the curious instrument.<br />
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Even at the local farmer's market, there was music. This guy was really good. I wish I had had a video camera to catch his tunes. You'll just have to trust me. He was good.</div>
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My daughter's boyfriend (now fiance!!) Jean Patrick is a musician in France. He plays the piano, keyboards and is a talented composer. He played a little concert for me during the visit. He was preparing for a music festival he was scheduled to appear in Algeria. </div>
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And last not but not least, here's my daughter who was goofing around. We were visiting a chateau in Cande (actually the place where the Duke and Duchess of Windsor were married). They were having an exhibition of unusual musical instruments and Megan was trying her best to get some music out of this little child's piano turned into a experimental instrument.<br />
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Hope you've enjoyed the musical tour of France. To check out other organ grinders, monkeys and musical stories, click here: <a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/2014/09/sepia-saturday-244-6-september-2014.html">Sepia Saturday</a><br />
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It's amazing what you might find in your box of photos and letters that just might fit a Sepia Saturday prompt. When I saw the one of the prison inmate, I remembered a wonderful photo that I once found in an antique store. The identification card above is from Joliet Prison from 1912. Nothing could be found on the internet about this poor man. I wonder what ever happened to him.<br />
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Mr. Hudson sure looks a lot older than 25. And look at that nice suit
he's got on with the stiff crisp collar. He doesn't look like a criminal
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Look at the 4th column from the left where it says "Color of Left Eye". Don't they want to know the color of the right eye?<br />
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According to this ID card, he escaped from prison in 1913 and there
was a $50.00 reward for his capture. Was he ever found? I picture him
running through the swamps with the bloodhounds after him. Let's hope he
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I might have been able to find out more about Mr. Hudson if that lazy prison guard had asked him for his birth date or even measured his cheek width. I just didn't have enough info to work with. So I guess we'll never know what happened to him. Maybe he escaped like this enterprising prisoner:<br />
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As I dug deeper into my box of goodies, I was looking for a performance review that my mother received when she was working at a prison - another item I could relate to the prompt. But alas I couldn't find it. In the late 1950s she worked as secretary to the superintendent of the California Institute for Men in Chino, California.<br />
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The weird thing is that besides her secretarial duties, she also led group therapy sessions for drug addicted prisoners. How this happened I'll forever wonder. She had no experience or training as a counselor. That prison must have been pretty loose. I doubt if this could happen today. But I'll bet she was good at her job. Maybe better than a highly educated counselor.<br />
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I found another photo from another member of my family who was briefly incarcerated in a photo booth. It's my daughter, Megan when she was about 6 or 7. I love her variety of expressions. She really seemed to know what it would feel like to be a prisoner. <br />
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Walk the corridors and look into other cells by clicking here <a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/">Sepia Saturday</a>.<br />
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This is our photo prompt for this week's Sepia Saturday. Wow, doesn't this hooded hair dryer bring you back.<br />
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But the hair dryers I remember most are the bonnet style ones used outside of the beauty parlor. This type you could use in your own home. They looked like this in case you're a man and never used one or you're too young to remember the 60s:<br />
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It was such a revelation. You could pin up your hair on those giant plastic rollers that you attached to your head using a big metal hook trying not to stick the end through your scalp. </div>
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I used to wash, then pin up my hair at night and then intend to take the rollers out before I fell asleep. But there were nights when I was just too tired to do that. I'd turn off the hair dryer and then fall fast asleep with the giant rollers sticking into my head. How on earth did I sleep? Then if I left that plastic bonnet on all night - Horrors - I would wake up the next morning just before getting ready for work and my hair would be completely sopping wet. The plastic bonnet acted like a steam chamber and I was cooked! </div>
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I would have to call my work place and say that I wasn't feeling too well because I couldn't go to work looking like this:</div>
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But the nights when I did remember to remove the rollers and bonnet I would look like this the next day:</div>
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I think the wet dog look was cuter. And look at that coat. OMG, where did I get that? Don't worry the collar was faux fur (I think). And what's that bouquet of feather dusters?<br />
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But you must admit I did get great height on that hairdo. But I didn't get the optimum hairdo height. That honor goes to my mother-in-law's friend (I've posted this photo before) but doesn't it work nicely here as a finishing touch to this hair raising story?<br />
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This is a little treasure I picked up at a garage sale years ago. Here are three lovely bathing beauties enjoying some water sports accompanied by a herd of buffalo. It's such a fun collage. I wish I knew who did it - he or she had a great sense of humor.<br />
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Doesn't it resemble the theme photo - random people having fun in the water?<br />
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Then we have Mabel (doesn't she look like a Mabel?). She's got on her new swimwear and just might touch her foot in the water. She won't go in all the way because she'd totally ruin that lovely hat:</div>
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To continue with the fashion show, we next have Gloria (I call her goofy Gloria because she's just such a card). She's designed her own swimwear which looks kind of like a Project Runway challenge (for those of you who might not get this TV show - it involves fashion designers who have to create designs using things such as kelp from the beach or...I think you get the idea).</div>
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And last but not least is Mary. She can't wait to get to the beach. I wonder if she'll slip her shoes off when she hits the surf. But she's going to have to drag Harold kicking and screaming. He's just not the beach type. He looks like he would like to be anywhere else but here. <br />
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Mabel had a nice swim cap, but wait until you get a load of these (This video just keeps going and going and I couldn't figure out how to edit out just one of the videos - so watch as much as you have time for):<br />
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So against my better judgement I declined the treasure that day.<br />
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My daughter left the next day and called me that night to let me know she arrived safely. Her first question was "Did you go back and buy that thing that you wanted?" and I had to reply, "What do you think? I had to, it was just too cute." I heard a big sigh on the other end of the line. She knew me too well.<br />
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So see if you agree. Didn't I have to have this?:<br />
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This is the tiniest little nylon stocking which is attached with a safety pin to a love letter (which I'll translate later).<br />
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Also here is the engagement announcement from The Standard, New Bedford, Mass. <br />
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And to top it off, a wedding photo:<br />
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And here's the letter which is quite touching. Did he write it to her, or her to him? I think it was from her because of the handwriting.<br />
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"This is to be saved till next Christmas. Maybe Santa will fill it full of toys? This is also a reminder that after sand and heat you'll be able to look at nylon, smell perfume and hear lovely music. It won't be long darling."</div>
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Yes, I definitely think it was written by Helen. But where did that tiny little stocking come from and what was it? Maybe she worked in the hosiery section of some fancy department store and this was a sample to let you know the shade of the stocking. Or maybe it was a salesman's sample. It's too big to be a stocking for a doll. Maybe it would fit a one legged munchkin. I don't know. Any ideas? </div>
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A little more info about the couple (I couldn't find much). Thomas Kurtz Kline was born in Baltimore on Nov. 10, 1924 and died on June 18, 2006 in Albuquerque, New Mexico and buried in Santa Fe. His parents were John Louis Kline and Alice N. Gonder. Thomas enlisted in the U.S. Navy in 1942 and was discharged in 1965. I found nothing about Helen except that she was born in 1924 in New Bedford, Mass.</div>
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This week the theme for Sepia Saturday is railroads, trains, tracks, perspective, etc. I've decided to write about my most harrowing train ride - the one from Lima to Huancayo in Peru. <br />
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Here I am on the trip to Peru. This was in 1971 (I was a lot younger and way more adventuresome).<br />
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I was with a group of 11 people (2 anthropology professors and 9 students from Cal State LA University.) We were on an archeological survey on the north coast of Peru. During our 3 months there we took several side trips and one was from Lima to Huancayo on the highest train in the Americas (it used to be in the world, but now there's a higher one in Tibet). This particular train soars to 15,839 feet up into the Andes.<br />
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It's a historic route. The more than 500 kilometers of tracks
were planned out by Ernesto Malinowski and Henry Meiggs in 1870 and
laid down by thousands of laborers, including Chinese who were brought
to the country for this task that ended in 1893.<br />
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The train passes through 69 tunnels, goes over 58 bridges including the Carrión and Infiernillo and 6 zigzag paths.<br />
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Because of the high elevation, there was a nurse at the ready to make sure that no one was overcome with altitude sickness. She had a portable oxygen tank and could dispense oxygen to those who appeared sick. Our group had come prepared with lots of chocolate bars - someone had told us this was the best antidote for altitude sickness. No one in our party got sick so maybe chocolate really did the trick.<br />
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When we finally got to Huancayo, it happened to be market day. The high altitude did not keep us from a day of shopping.<br />
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This is a map of the route just to give you an idea:<br />
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If you're ever in Peru and you're a train buff, you might want to try this trip<a href="http://www.ferrocarrilcentral.com.pe/en_index_.php"> Lima to huancayo</a>.<br />
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Roll on down the track and check out more train stories on <a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/2014/06/sepia-saturday-232-14-june-2014.html">sepia saturday</a>. <br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070420212032798639.post-44840701557368411002014-01-30T15:49:00.000-08:002014-01-30T16:13:36.195-08:00Sepia Saturday #213 Trunken TreasureHere's our theme photo (illustration) for Sepia Saturday this week:<br />
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When I start thinking of a Sepia Saturday post, I usually take the theme very literally. Let's see, do I have a trunk similar to this? Do I? Sure I do.<br />
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Here it is.<br />
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It's an old Shirley Temple steamer trunk that I spotted in an antique store in Denver, Co. several years ago. When I opened it up I found the real treasure - several Shirley Temple doll clothes. Some of the items have the Shirley Temple logo, others seem to have been handmade by a long-ago mom or grandma. <br />
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I couldn't find a photo of Shirley wearing the yellow slicker. But here she is with an umbrella:<br />
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The trunk was full of cute little outfits, some on hangers and some in the pull-out drawers and cabinet - some in very nice condition.<br />
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But not this one. This little sailor suit has seen better days. It was hidden away in the trunk far too long:<br />
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Shirley's suit is a lot cleaner and spiffier:<br />
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According to Shirley's autobiography, the director of this shocking short film, Charles Lamont gathered the children together prior to the filming and said "Kids, this is business. This isn't playtime, it's work." He didn't allow the parents on the set. There were two 6' x 6' sound boxes on the set. One was for sound the other for punishment. If one of the tiny actors (most were only 4 years old) acted up, he or she was put in the box and had to sit on a large block of ice.<br />
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Shirley wound up inside Lamont's black box several times. She said:<br />
"Take one small, obstreperous child, heat it under bright Kleig lights until perspiration starts. Remove child directly to the chill of the box. Close access door tightly and leave child in box until sufficiently cooled and chastened. Remove child, reheat under the Kleig lights and carry on with the work. The box proved the ultimate enforcer. Increased obedience followed as night follows day."<br />
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Can you believe that? I don't think a director could get away with that these days. There are child labor laws that protect young actors and actresses.<br />
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It's funny what opening a trunk will lead to - a Pandora's Box to be sure.<br />
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To see what's inside other trunks and suitcases, click here <a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/2014/01/sepia-saturday-213-1-february-2014.html">Sepia Saturday</a>.<br />
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Here's our theme for this week's Sepia Saturday - photographs that you find in old books.<br />
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I've checked my entire library and didn't find one photo in any of my books. But while looking I found some other interesting things.<br />
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Like the lovely inscriptions that people write in gift books. Dan and Sherry gave Kathy this book but they had no idea when her birthday was.<br />
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fresh hell is that we thought it was your birthday. It's obvious that
you have fewer than most people. Hope you enjoy reading about Dorothy.
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The next three books are all related to film in some way. What Makes Sammy Run was all about the film industry (in case you've never read it). (Sorry about the fuzzy copy).</div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070420212032798639.post-36630672720383520122013-07-26T16:49:00.000-07:002013-07-26T16:56:26.427-07:00Sepia Saturday #187 What To Do With Your Old BooksOn Sepia Saturday this week the photo prompt is of some old bibles. I don't have any old bibles, but I sure have a lot of old books.<br />
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I'm a real sucker when it comes to old books, especially children's text books. But sometimes these books are literally falling apart. Can I throw a falling apart book away? NO!<br />
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So what can I do with these old books? Just lately I've been using the book covers as art. I carefully tear off the cover of the book (saving all the old pages) and then do a collage on the back of the cover. Besides old books, I have stacks and stacks of ephemera that can go into the collages.<br />
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When I saw the photos of the old bibles, it reminded me of one of the collages I did. You know how people keep track of their births and deaths in the family bible? Well I found an old book (here it is)<br />
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It's called Poetic Jewels. Someone had used the inside front cover to record the births of their family.<br />
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I thought this was kind of unusual. Maybe the Duke's didn't have a bible. They used this poetry book to record their little "jewels" instead. There is Landis, Charley, Virgie, Winnie and Elvin, all recorded in the poetry book.<br />
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So I decided to make a collage incorporating this family information. We looked up all of these people on Ancestry and found all of them. So I used the census listing of the Dukes in the collage. They were all listed - Landis, Charley, Virgie, Winnie and Elvin. Isn't Ancestry wonderful?<br />
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Here's the completed collage of the Duke's "family bible".<br />
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The photos aren't really Dukes. I couldn't find photos of them so used some old yearbook photos instead. I'm thinking he looks like a Charley and she looks pretty much how I picture Virgie.<br />
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So that's something you can do with an old falling apart book. It's fun, it's creative and it's recycling. And I thought this was just going to be a hobby. But Barbara posted some of my book cover collages on her blog and one of our local art dealers saw the blog and wanted to purchase four of the collages!! So I guess it's not just a hobby anymore. I'm going to have to get serious. <br />
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For other stories about vintage books and bibles see <a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/2013/07/sepia-saturday-187-27-july-2013.html">Sepia Saturday</a>. <br />
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When I saw this week's photo of the woman warrior, I immediately thought of this photo in my collection. There is a similarity, isn't there? Although the woman on the right doesn't hold a spear and shield. Instead she holds a banner for K. Lundberg Clothing. Let me introduce you to the model - her name is Alice Staten. I could find nothing about her. I thought she might have been the Christi Brinkley of her day, but if so, there are no traces of her. </div>
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I also could find no trace of K. Lundberg Clothing. But there was a K. Lundberg listed on a 1900 census for Marinette, Wisconsin and he had a boarder named Edward Staten. Mmmmm. Could Alice have been Edward's sister? Mr. Lundberg in urgent need of a model for his new clothing line offered Alice $2.00 to pose for this photograph. Do you think her gown was a Lundberg creation? And why the funny crown? There's writing on the crown but I can't make it out. Maybe some of you photo sleuths can figure it out. </div>
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In the meantime you might enjoy this You Tube video that goes along with this week's theme. It's from Wagner's Ring Cycle. I thought the opening scene was spectacular. Is Busby Berkeley still alive? Only he could have rigged up those popsicle stick-looking slides for the Valkyries to make their entrance. Genius. But don't watch the whole video if you don't enjoy opera, just the opening number. (And when you're finished watching, click here for other stories about women with sticks <a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/2013/07/sepia-saturday-186-20-july-2013.html">Sepia Saturday</a>.)</div>
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Whatever you want to call them, umbrellas are a necessary and functional tool in all our closets. But they're also colorful and arty and make for some nice photographs.<br />
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Here's a group of people from a tour we did in Ireland. It was a little wet that day as we viewed the Wicklow area.<br />
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That's me with the red umbrella.<br />
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While on a visit to the wine country in Northern California I encountered this little bus stop - it's not quite an umbrella - but it's there to keep you dry.<br />
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Here's my favorite kind of umbrella. The type that shelters you from the sun as you sit around a pretty pool having a glass of chardonnay. This was from the same trip to the wine country.<br />
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While traveling around the internet, I found these other umbrella photos which are quite fascinating.<br />
This is a colorful canopy of umbrellas in the streets of Agueda, Portugal.<br />
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And this one is really amazing - cement figures dangling from umbrellas within an office building in Prague by Czech artist, <a href="http://www.michaltrpak.com/cs/">Michal Trpak</a>.<br />
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I'll end this umbrella blog with the trailer for one of my all time favorite movies - what else but the <i>Umbrellas of Cherbourg</i>. I'd suggest that you just view the first minute of this video, unless you really like watching two forlorn lovers singing into each others faces for about 5 minutes. But the music by Michel Legrand is beautiful you'll have to agree.<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/Zs1NmsA-n-Y" width="560"></iframe><br />
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Unfortunately my poor little dog is suffering from this tick disease. She's been under my vet's care for the past month and it's been a real roller coaster ride. Her blood platelet count has seemed like a yo-yo going up and down drastically depending on the medication she's taking. She's had pills, shots and 3 days in the hospital.<br />
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She's very pitiful and looks at me like she's saying "Please help me":<br />
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Babesia is a tick disease more commonly attacking cows. It was discovered in 1888 by Dr. Babes. It's transmitted by the brown dog tick. Babesia affects red blood cells, and as a dog's immune system tries to eliminate the infected blood cells, anemia, pallor and general weakness results.<br />
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Luckily, Tootie (sorry, she was named by my late mother-in-law before she died and willed her to me and I didn't think it would be proper to change her name) is doing lots better. She has one more treatment and then hopefully she'll be back to normal. I have my wonderful vet, Dr. Jones to thank for her recovery. He's been absolutely obsessed with treating and curing her. <br />
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If you have a treasured dog, you'll appreciate this video which is a little corny but very apropos:<br />
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So keep Advantage or Frontline on your dogs and cats. Those little tubes might seem expensive but in the long run it will save you lots of money. I can't even tell you how much I've spent so far!! But it's worth it, especially when I see little Tootie getting stronger and better each day. It's been a crazy month.<br />
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For other rabies related stories, see Sepia Saturday.<a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/2013/07/sepia-saturday-184-6-july-2013.html">Sepia Saturday</a><br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070420212032798639.post-40433665996353268372013-05-31T16:25:00.001-07:002013-05-31T16:25:48.870-07:00Sepia Saturday #179 What in the Heck is Boho Style?This week's Sepia Saturday prompt is a photo of a gypsy caravan. I didn't have any family photos of caravans, so I've decided instead to write about fashion.<br />
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Lately I've been hearing Boho Style this Boho Style that. Boho Jewelry, Boho Look, Boho everything. Just what in the heck is Boho Style? I consulted Wikipedia and this is what they said:<br />
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"Boho" is an abbreviation of bohemian. Vanessa Nicholson (granddaughter of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vanessa_Bell" title="Vanessa Bell">Vanessa Bell</a>, one of the pivotal figures of the unconventional, but influential "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bloomsbury_Group" title="Bloomsbury Group">Bloomsbury Group</a>" in the first half of the 20th century) has described it as a "curious slippery adjective".<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-1"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boho-chic#cite_note-1"><span>[</span>1<span>]</span></a></sup> Although the original Bohemians were travellers or refugees from central <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Europe" title="Europe">Europe</a> (the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/French_language" title="French language">French</a> <i>bohémien</i> translates as "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Romani_people" title="Romani people">Gypsy</a> or <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Romani_people" title="Romani people">Roma people</a>"), the term has, as Nicholson noted, "attached itself to individuals as disparate as <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jesus" title="Jesus">Jesus Christ</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Shakespeare" title="William Shakespeare">Shakespeare</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sherlock_Holmes" title="Sherlock Holmes">Sherlock Holmes</a>". The writer and historian <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A._N._Wilson" title="A. N. Wilson">A. N. Wilson</a> remarked that, "in his dress-sense as in much else", <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Winston_Churchill" title="Winston Churchill">Winston Churchill</a> was "pre-<a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/First_World_War" title="First World War">First World War</a> Bohemian", his unbleached <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Linen" title="Linen">linen</a> suit causing surprise when he arrived in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canada" title="Canada">Canada</a> in 1943.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-2"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boho-chic#cite_note-2"><span>[</span>2<span>] </span></a></sup><br />
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<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-2"><span> </span></sup><br />Does this look bohemian to you? Maybe a little unconventional and might I add, very wrinkled.<br />
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But just in case you want to get on the bandwagon (the gypsy bandwagon, that is) here is your guide to dressing Boho:<br />
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No, I don't think I'm Boho. But I do remember dressing kind of this way in the 60s. It sure is true that everything old is new again.<br />
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My sister, Barbara, was way ahead of this trend. Back in the 50s she was already dressing Boho, but I don't think she knew it. Here she is on Halloween in her Boho (er, uh Gypsy costume):<br />
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I guess my brother and I hadn't yet gotten on the Boho bandwagon.<br />
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Check out other gypsy caravan stories here <a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/2013/05/sepia-saturday-179-1-june-2013.html">Sepia Saturday</a>.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070420212032798639.post-22100634664961921922013-05-24T12:26:00.000-07:002013-05-24T12:29:38.628-07:00Sepia Saturday #178 Family Portraits<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When I saw the photo of this beautiful woman, our photo prompt for this week's Sepia Saturday, I thought about portraits and most particularly portraits of my family members. I've posted the portraits along with photographs. Can you see the likeness?<br />
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My mother and father both had these drawings done when they were in their 20s. I have no idea who the artist was. Maybe a friend of theirs. Unfortunately they're unsigned.<br />
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A later photograph of my father, but still looking a lot like the drawing:<br />
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Here's the one of my mother:<br />
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and a photograph at a similar age, but without the reverse roll hairstyle:<br />
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Barbara, my sister, was in a show recently where everyone had to enter a self portrait. Here's her entry:<br />
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And here's the photo she used as her inspiration:<br />
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My uncle Glen started painting in his late 70s. He had a wonderful career as an artist, entering shows and winning many awards. He kept painting well into his 90s. Here's his self portrait with a photo alongside. Glen was my father's older brother. You can see the resemblance.<br />
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After a trip to California, Glen decided he wanted to paint a portrait of my daughter, Megan, but he didn't have a photograph of her. So he used a photo from one our books in which she had modeled.<br />
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Here's the photo from the book cover:<br />
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To see other artistic offerings, click here <a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/2013/05/sepia-saturday-178-25-may-2013.html">Sepia Saturday</a>.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070420212032798639.post-15204335930907260322013-05-09T16:35:00.000-07:002013-05-09T16:48:35.999-07:00Sepia Saturday #176 My Brush with a ScientistIt was 1964 and I was browsing through the classified ads looking for a better job than the one I had. I spotted one that sounded interesting - a secretary for a geophysicist at Cal Tech (Californa Institute of Technology in Pasadena).<br />
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I went on the interview which was conducted by the scientist himself. He asked if I took shorthand. I said, "sure". Which of course I didn't, but I wanted the job really bad. Cal Tech is just such a beautiful campus and I thought it would be interesting to work there.<br />
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So, what do you think? I got the job. Then I had to deal with the fact that I really didn't take shorthand. I had two weeks to figure out what to do. Not enough time to learn shorthand. That takes years and years.<br />
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So I took a two day course in Speed Writing (a cousin to shorthand). There, I was ready for the job.<br />
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At least I thought I was ready. The first day on the job the good Dr. dictated an 18-page letter just chock full of scientific jargon that I couldn't even spell in Speedwrite. I was sunk. I thought for sure I'd be fired after only one day on the job. But no, he decided to keep me on the payroll. He admitted that he didn't care whether I took shorthand or not, he just liked my mini skirts.<br />
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No, that's not the Dr. or me. But it will give you an idea of how we dressed in the 60s. Not near as short as the skirts now. But it turned out that the professor was a real letch. It was my first experience with sexual harassment on the job. Only in those days there was nothing you could do about it. Just grin and bear it, which I did for a whole year.<br />
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He once asked me to come to his house to work. What could I say? I was really scared, but I didn't want to lose my job. So I went to his house and met him in a guest house in the rear. He opened the door with an African mask on his face! Talk about panic. But since his wife was in the main house, he behaved like a gentleman.<br />
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Here he is, the mad scientist. He's the one on the left, groping the meteorite.<br />
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I'll bet almost every prisoner smokes. But after they finish that last pack, what do they do with their trash? Here's what they do, or at least some of the prisoners do. They make lovely pieces of art. You can call it prison art or tramp art but whatever you call it, you've got to agree that it's pretty darn creative.<br />
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This is a piece that I bought at a Thrift Shop for 50 cents. Can you believe that? Look at the amount of work and hours that went into this cigarette pack heart. I've always loved this and so continued to look for more prison art. I now have a small collection.<br />
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My next purchase was a little purse. I got this at a swap meet and I think I paid quite a bit more, maybe $10.00.<br />
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I love the design of this purse. Especially the way it closes around that square tile and also the addition of the beads. This makes me wonder if it was actually made in prison. I'm not sure if the beads would be available in the prison store. I often wondered if some prisoner made this purse and then gave it to his girlfriend.<br />
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There's a very informative article about all different types of <a href="http://www.interestingideas.com/out/prison/prison.htm">prison art</a> that may be of interest.<br />
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It's amazing how many different types of art prisoners are into. So many amazing pieces are made from matchsticks, toilet paper, cardboard and just about anything else an inmate can get their hands on. But by far my favorite (besides my own pieces) is this wonderful work of art by Michael Harms. He must not be a smoker because his medium of choice is Ivory soap. Here is one of his intricately carved chairs:<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">This was Megan's first time having room service. She seems to be enjoying that waffle so much she got a little whipped cream on her nose. She's pretending to read the newspaper just for the photo. I guess to show how grown up she feels during her hotel experience.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Now Megan is 38 and she doesn't read a newspaper (not that I know of anyway). She gets her information on line just like most 20 and 30 somethings. These "kids" will never know the joy of reading a real newspaper.</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Take four geese fattened to the point when they can no
longer move about, cut them in four, removing wings and legs but leaving the
skin. Set aside the fat livers. Scrape and remove all the fatty tissues and let
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of Toulouse’s dinners and take home one of his beautifully decorated menus? The
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Take a gander at some other goose stories by clicking here: <a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/2013/04/sepia-saturday-173-20-april-2013.html">Sepia Saturday.</a></div>
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This week's Sepia Saturday theme is hiking. I've never been much into hiking or mountain climbing, but my daughter sure is. In 2007 she and her then boyfriend, Martin decided to go to Patagonia.<br />
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I was a little worried about her. Why couldn't she go to Paris or Rome or some normal tourist place? No, she had to be extreme. She jumped out of a plane, swam with the dolphins and hiked all over New Zealand, traveled alone all around India.<br />
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They went on a hike to the Torres del Paine mountains seen above. It does look beautiful and I can understand why people would want to go there. But not this person. I'd rather sit in my armchair and just look at the photos.<br />
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You'll see why when you view this Youtube post of Megan (with hiking poles) and Martin on their "little hike", I thought OMG that looks so dangerous. You'd never catch me there. She did manage to make it back in one piece. Will a mother ever stop worrying?<br />
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So instead of these old, beautiful relics, we have instead new castles fashioned after the lovely historic ones.<br />
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I give you for an example a castle we stumbled upon yesterday on our way back from an Indian casino (ironic, isn't it, that the native Americans who are left are now all thriving from the gambling casinos? What great revenge!) We wanted to take a break from the tedium of taxes and celebrate that we had finally sent ours off to the accountant. How best to celebrate? Go and lose a bunch of money at a gambling casino!<br />
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On the way back from the casino what should we behold than this sign along the side of the road:<br />
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I thought this would make a great post for this week's castle theme. Don't you love this sign with the attractive reflector light on top.<br />
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We drove down the gravel road with lemon trees bordering each side only to come across another hastily made sign. This one was all done up with glittery lettering and seems to be a favorite spot for birds to perch:<br />
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Our anticipation of seeing a real Cupid's Castle was building to a crescendo pitch. "Oh I think I can see it off in the distance. It kind of looks like a castle."<br />
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Then we got to the gate and entryway and sure enough, each rock column was topped with a cupid. This must be the place.<br />
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We kept driving and finally arrived. Here it is - Cupid's Castle:<br />
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That little shed in the foreground kind of spoils the effect. But you can clearly see by the turret that this is a bonafide castle. Maybe not quite as gorgeous as Sleeping Beauty's Castle in Disneyland, but for California, it's pretty darn authentic.<br />
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Climb the steps and just beyond the welcoming lions (what, they ran out of cupids?), there's the entry to the castle.<br />
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Cupid's Castle has seen better days. It seemed very desolate and I doubt if anyone has stayed here in years. If you click here for their website you'd think it was a different place: and it's worth it just to see the owner, Connie win the 2009 Irish Stew Cookoff!! <a href="http://www.cupidscastlebandb.com/aboutus.html">Cupid's Castle.</a><br />
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We left this fairyland and found our way back to reality - especially when looking in our wallets. What happened to all our money??<br />
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Jump over the moat and click here for more castle stories, <a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/2013/04/sepia-saturday-171-6th-april-2013.html">Sepia Saturday.</a><br />
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But I wanted to include in this post some vintage photos of storefronts that I had in my collection of photographs.<br />
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The first one most resembles the prompt photo of the two men standing in front of a coffee shop. These men aren't interested in coffee. They appear to be employees of the T. F. Fuller Grocery Store.<br />
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I couldn't find any information on this store. There are no clues about location and I can't read any of the signs in the window. So I'm at a loss to tell you anything about it.<br />
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I bought this photo at a local antique shop. It came with an
assortment of items from a dress designer including some of her
illustrations. This must have been a store that carried some of her
designs. I love that they sell felt scraps for 50 cents. It's an interesting store with the fancy tiles. But as with the other photo there are no clues about where it might have been.<br />
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This guy really makes me sad. His suit doesn't fit well, he looks like he'd like to have one of those potatoes in the basket. I wonder if he worked at this store or was just passing by. Then why have his picture taken? Also, this looks like a photograph of a photo. Again, a puzzle. Who would have taken a photo of this particular photo? Maybe a family member?<br />
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Here's another storefront with lots of signs. No coffee or tea, though. The closest that comes to the theme is what appears to be an ad for a cooking class. Maybe you could learn to make coffee cake!<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070420212032798639.post-73850537653708757402013-03-21T12:13:00.003-07:002013-03-21T12:22:57.497-07:00Sepia Saturday #169 Shoot the PhotographerThe prompt photo for this week's Sepia Saturday is of several photographers shooting in Washington, D.C.<br />
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You can see the Washington Monument in the background, lots of cherry trees and a painter. The photographers seem to be shooting in all directions and some unknown photographer shot them shooting.<br />
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And that's what I like to do. I started in Guatemala with this photo of a very primitive photographer shooting a family on the banks of Lake Amatitlan. There was a festival going on and this family wanted a remembrance of the day. When the photographer was finished, he dipped the negative in a pail of solution and Voila!. "Here's your photo". This was in the early 60s. I had a Pentax SLR camera with real film. Unfortunately not a very steady hand, so the photo is fuzzy. But I still like it.<br />
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It's easy to take a photo of a photographer shooting a celebrity. Here's someone photographing Shepherd Fairy (he's the artist that became famous for the Obama "Hope" poster and was eventually sued for copyright infringement). This was taken at one of his gallery shows in Santa Monica and it was packed. People were lined up for blocks to see his art. I guess he wasn't suffering from the lawsuit, it only made his art more collectible and him more photogenic. He is cute, isn't he?<br />
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This photographer was photographing a friend riding through the tunnel on the moving walkway under the the National Gallery of Art in Washington, DC.<br />
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I'm not sure that this photo will be appropriate for this prompt because I failed to include the photographer in the shot. This family was being photographed in Spain on the occasion of the little boy's confirmation. Cute outfit, isn't it.</div>
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Here's another family being photographed by my friend, Connie at a museum in Washington (I don't remember which one, but it sure fits with this theme). What a handsome family.</div>
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And for the final "shoot the photographer" shot, here's one I took yesterday on a visit to Palm Springs. <br />
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Talk about shooting celebrities!! You can't get more famous than this woman. I wonder what she would think of this silliness.<br />
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