Sepia Saturday #141 Home Tour Sepia Style

Alan's prompt for Sepia Saturday this week shows the interiors of a home. The theme was supposed to relate to the clock. But when I looked at this photo it reminded me of some photos that I had in an old photo album that belongs to a friend. A lot of the photos in the album of are of the people's home.

The first photo actually does have a clock in it so it does slightly relate to the theme.

See - here's the clock. Wish this photo wasn't so fuzzy so we could see what else is on the dresser.
This appears to be a bedroom. But it's made so cozy with the fluffy chintz covered chairs.

To continue our tour - here's the living area:

I really like this room with all the wicker chairs. But they're placed in a weird way - not exactly conducive to conversing. The little side table is adorable. I'd like to have one just like it. Not sure about those borders on the drapes!

Here's another view of this room:

They sure loved wicker, didn't they? That wicker table would cost a fortune today. Check out that nice fireplace and is that, could it be the Mona Lisa to the left of the fireplace. This must have been a very rich family.  But then why couldn't they afford some shades on those naked light bulbs?

Now let's take a walk into the dining area:

This room is so formal compared to the area with the summery wicker. The table and chairs are so heavy. Wonder what the cord is for hanging down from the table - a phone, a toaster? There's a fireplace in this room also. What a nice house. And the owners were so proud of it that they recorded almost every room.

But here's my favorite room. Wonder who slept here. Looks like it might be a child's room. And he sure loved animals. He was probably asking his parents for a dog or cat and they wouldn't let him have one so he plastered the walls with a his favorite breeds:

That's the tour. Isn't it fun to see how people lived years ago in their sepia rooms?
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Sepia Saturday #140 Super Weddings by Megan

Ah. Weddings. What a great theme for me to shamelessly advertise my daughter's business.

Megan majored in film at Boston's Emerson College and after trying the Hollywood film scene, decided she'd rather do her own thing. So using her love of film and of retro technology she started filming weddings using old super8 cameras and film (yes, real film!) She's turned this idea into a very successful business and travels all over the world filming weddings in that wonderful retro style.

Here she is filming a wedding in Tuscany.

And here's a link to her website where's she's posted a sample of her wedding films. Check them out.

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You can't tell that I'm proud or anything, can you?

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Sepia Saturday #137 The Saddest Olympic Story Ever

This week's Sepia Saturday theme is about running and the Olympics. I'm going to tell you the sad Olympic tale about my ex-husband, Gonzalo Javier. It all happened before I knew him. He was a college student in Kansas and was an award winning runner, competing in both the mile and the the 1/2 mile.

After graduation from college, he gave up a job as a translator for the UN and broke off his engagement with his then girlfriend. He headed back to Guatemala where he was from so that he could qualify for the 1960 Rome Olympics.

Competing in the Olympics was the biggest dream of his life. He qualified for the 1500 meters and he and another athlete were both going to Rome. His dream had come true!

But wait. What happened to the dream? It turns out that in some of the smaller countries, the Olympics can become very political. Several people decided that they wanted to go along, like about 30 officials. They weren't athletes, they hadn't qualified for anything. But they wanted to go. So then the Guatemalan Olympic Committee said there were too many people to send. They couldn't afford to send 30 people. So they didn't send anyone - particularly the two athletes who had qualified.

Here's my ex looking very sad:

He went on to lead a very successful life being involved in education, having two children (with a second wife) and having lots of various interests. But I don't think he ever got over the disappointment of not going to the Rome Olympics.

Here's a clip of the man he would have run against. Could he have beaten him? We'll never know.





 

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Sepia Saturday #135 Little Spanish Fairy

One of the best things about a trip to Spain was going to a wonderful flea market in the Plaza Mejor in Madrid. Every Sunday the plaza is ringed with sellers of vintage paper items. What could be more fun?

Unfortunately the prices were really high. But I did manage to purchase a few things and this is one of them. A really odd photo postcard of a Little Spanish Fairy. I wonder what the occasion was. I've searched the internet for Spanish customs, Spanish costumes, children's holidays, but found nothing that explained what this costume might be for. I'm sure in those days, Spanish children didn't dress up for Halloween. It's just another one of those mysteries.

The back of the photo has some writing, but it looks as if this photo was torn from an album and the pages stuck to the photo in places.

I'm not much of a translator, but I think it says something like "To my loving friend, bla bla bla, your best friend, Andrianna or Andreirra or something like that.

The more I look at the photo, I think she's really supposed to be a butterfly. What do you think?

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Sepia Saturday #133 Why Ganesha?

The theme for this week's Sepia Saturday is elephants. I had no idea what I was going to do for this post. No one in our family past or present had ever come close to an elephant except maybe in a zoo. But I had no photos of such events.

But as luck would have it, I had lunch with my school chums Marge and Jane last week. We had all gone to Ganesha high school together, graduating in the class of '60. Marge was telling us about the trip she just took to Thailand for a Rotary Club convention. She shared with us this photo of her (on the left) and a fellow Rotarian riding an elephant. One of the perks of her trip.

Marge was also wearing a shirt she got in Thailand with Lord Ganesha printed on the back. Ganesha is one of five prime Hindu deities. He's got a curved trunk and big ears and the pot bellied body of a human. He's the Lord of success and destroyer of evils. He is also worshipped as the god of education, knowledge, wisdom and wealth.

This led to a discussion about why our high school in conservative, white anglo-saxon Protestant Pomona was named Ganesha. I had never given it a second thought. But now that we were mulling it over, we wondered who named the school Ganesha and why. Was it because Lord Ganesha is the god of education and wisdom. I'm sure there were no Hindus in Pomona in 1958 who were on the naming committee. There was a park in Pomona named Ganesha Park and I'm sure this is why the school was named Ganesha. But why was the park named Ganesha? Hmmmm.

And then we were wondering, if our school was named Ganesha for the elephant god, why were we called the Giants?

We should have been the Elegant Elephants or the Plumpy Pachoderms? Did we not have the imagination or the courage of the University of Alabama whose mascot is Big Al?

I wish we would have had a mascot like Big Al. Look how much he adds to the hilarity
of a football game:




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Sepia Saturday #132 My David & Goliath Story

The theme for Sepia Saturday this week is tennis. Wow, I couldn't be happier because I happen to have some related photos and stories (which I don't have for every theme).

My father was an avid tennis player. Well, actually, he loved all sports (except baseball!). He played tennis at the University of Chicago and then played for fun all during his lifetime.

We became a tennis family. Every weekend we would load up the car with our rackets, bucket of balls, and a picnic lunch and head for the local college courts. My dad taught the three of us kids how to play. He would have us hitting against the backboard for hours. I actually got pretty good. Barbara was good too. My brother gave it up.

In 1954, Barbara and I entered a city tournament. I played really well and got to the finals (Barbara got to the semi-finals). Then, gulp, I was faced with my opponent, 6 foot tall, Linda Forrest, the Goliath of my age group. I was tiny in comparison. I barely reached her head. But, as they say, "size isn't everything" and I beat that amazon 6-3, 6-1 to win the trophy.

  

I think I was 13 at the time. I kept playing for awhile, but then since our high school didn't offer tennis for girls (only boys - this was way before Title 9) I gave up tennis for awhile. My father wanted me to continue and pushed me a little too hard. You don't push a Taurus (do you Bob Scotney?). After all these years, I'm still feeling guilty that I had disappointed him by giving up the sport that he loved.

Now, I just watch tennis on TV. Like you, LittleNell, I've been engrossed in Wimbledon all week.

But what happened to my brother who gave up tennis as a teen? He just recently was a runner up in a tennis tournament at the ripe old age of 71. So the seed was planted early and only my brother has kept up the game. My father would have been so proud of him.

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Post #131 It's Fair Time!!

One of the most exciting times of the year growing up was the opening of the L.A. Country Fair.  You're probably thinking the fair was in Los Angeles. But no, it actually was in my hometown of Pomona which is about 40 miles south of L.A. I'm not sure why the fair ended up there, maybe because there was lots of land and it was at one time a very agricultural area and maybe because that's where very leggy girls come from. (The fair photos are all from Google images).

We never had to pay to get into the fair. Being Pomona kids, we all knew where the holes in the fences were, and we would sneak in.

The best fun of all was after the sun went down and going to the Fun Zone. That's where the real action was - the rides, the games, and BOYS!!!

I found this diary post from when I was about 13 (translation below).

Here's the translation:
"Today is the worst day of the year so far. Dick came over and said that he wasn't going to take us to the fair. My Mother won't let me go out tonight and I could be taking a walk with Dick and Richard might come over. The reason my mother won't let me go out is because it is Barb's 16th B.D. So I just went to my room and cried."

But then later I must have been able to go to the fair because I found evidence in my diary that I had been there for a big Rock and Roll dance. Here's the ticket:

I wonder if I wore the proper dress. And how on earth did I afford $1.50 to get in? I vaguely remember seeing Joe Houston. But who were the Six Teens & a Turk? They must have been one of those 1 hit wonders. And the Cups????



The L.A. County Fair is still in Pomona and will be opening some time in September. But I don't think I'll go. I'm sure they've patched those holes by now!