Remember when the world could be viewed upside down without your equilibrium going nuts? The floor became the ceiling and the ceiling became the floor. Outside suddenly clouds were under your feet and you could pretend to tap dance on the sky. These days I'd have to say if someone found me in the position these kids are in they'd need to call 911 to get me off of there. I get a little nauseous even thinking about it.
I missed last week's Sepia Saturday, but wanted to get in on the fun this week. I like to imagine the young girl in the Sepia prompt looking out the window and seeing these little monkeys. I've been on a monkey kick this week with photos of a little sweetie named Squeak (here and here). I think Squeak could easily hang upside down like these kids...by his tail or hers.
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I know hanging upside down is supposed to have some sort of physical benefit, but I figure swimming each morning in unheated water for an hour is enough torture. Fortunately the water feels less and less cold as the hour passes. I think hanging upside would be a nonstarter. Once the blood has rushed to my head and I start to blackout I'd find the benefit slim to nonexistent.
I do miss those warm summer days when the world was a big adventure. Each morning there was something new to explore. Just lying on the lawn watching clouds pass by and imagining the world spinning beneath me. Then the realization that I'm also spinning. I have to force myself to do those things now; they are no longer second nature. I miss those little adventures. I miss the wonder when spinning out of control was part of a normal day.
I do have one more snapshot of Squeak the monkey which will be up in a day or two if I'm lucky. Getting ready for an end of summer BBQ, medical appointments for my father, a rug cleaner with his tricks of the trade, a fella coming to fix the well...have me probably just as dizzy and confused as if I'd been hanging upside down for an hour or two. I need to remember to go outside and watch the clouds for awhile.
I always have a problem when I see an animal chained. Yes, I know, in some cases it's far safer for them than to be allowed to roam loose, but it feels so horribly wrong. Little Squeak should have never been a pet and chained in a garden. I feel sorry for Squeak when I see this.
But now the song "Unchained Melody" keeps running through my head. Did Squeak have a boyfriend or girlfriend? Poor Squeak. This post is not going in the direction I thought it would.
Cheers Squeak. Let's hear it for unchained monkey. _____
The unofficial end to summer. The leaves are already turning and dropping. Fall is coming early. I somehow seemed to have missed summer. I know it's technically still here for a few weeks, but I cannot get over the mindset of old schooldays when Labor Day meant back to school day was imminent. Back in school meant summer was over.
Is this woman looking towards her past or her future? And are those sunglasses as part of the scarf design? It looks like sunglasses on the side of her head. Maybe she's coming and going.
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I am ready to move into fall, though there were still books to read that were only meant for summer. But as of last Friday I am finally through with the details left to deal with from the accident I was in last November. Each day now I realize I feel a little bit less stressed. Perhaps that is why I missed summer. Too much on my mind all the time to spend any time enjoying myself.
I'll put "enjoy myself" on my list for fall. _____
Harold Bateman Roberts and Laura Mae White were married on June 21, 1939.
Harold was born, I believe, Dec. 19, 1906. Laura graduated from Woodrow Wilson High School in Long Beach, California in 1936. This would make Harold around 33 and Laura around 20 when they married.
I never knew these people.
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The wedding photographer was Witzel-Los Angeles. I don't know if this Witzel, a Hollywood photographer, was the same photographer, but I'm guessing it might have been someone from his studio.
This calendar page is from their scrapbook.
Before being married, Harold had spent many years traveling on various adventures in the U.S. Coast Guard. Specifically, he'd been to Alaska on the USS Northland multiple times.
All of this was purchased several years ago at an estate sale at the Roberts' home. I do not know which of them had most recently passed. In fact I do not know if they were even still together.
At the sale I purchased many photographs, a photo album that contained photos of Harold and various friends before his marriage, and a scrapbook named "Harold & Lolly." I'm still disgusted with myself for not buying his Alaskan adventure album. It was several hundred dollars and they did try to convince me to buy it. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! I will always be sorry I didn't. There was an entire office filled with his memorabilia, including a lot of old movies he'd shot in Alaska. I was told there was someone coming from Hollywood to purchase the movies.
Below are a few more newspaper clippings from their scrapbook. And you can click on the labels (Roberts) or do a search of this blog (top left corner of blog) to find more photos of both Harold and Lolly that I have posted over the years.
There were also many photos of a little girl that I purchased, but I have no idea if she was theirs. There are a lot of wedding cards and anniversary cards in the scrapbook, but no birth announcements except for one small one that might have been for Laura.
Below are two handmade cards that are also in the scrapbook. No idea who made them.
If anyone ever finds anything about Laura Mae White Roberts or Harold Bateman Roberts I'd love to hear about it.
For now, they'll always be a mystery in which I know just enough to make me even more curious.
This is my last August submission for this month's them on Sepia Saturday. _____
In keeping with this month's theme for Sepia Saturday I give you a bride and groom who look like they were meant to be, as opposed to the last couple who looked—as Little Nell aptly put it—like a post mortem shot.
If you've been following this blog for a few years you might remember George and Gladys Kallman. Following George's death I ended up with the family photos though I never met George or Gladys. It was through my friend Bert that I received the estate collection. Bert didn't know George either. There were no family members who were interested in the collection so I was thrilled to get it. As long as I have it it won't be broken up, but as to who collects it next I have no control.
I do not know the names of these two other than the last name Kallman. I believe the fella might be George's uncle. To see more Kallman family photos simply search the name in the "Search Tattered and Lost" at the top of the left column.
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This photo was taken at The Johnson Studio at 1028 Market Street in San Francisco. You can see another photo taken at the studio here. Unfortunately you won't be able to see it larger because thanks to Google's ineptness in getting rid of Picasa they have also managed to get rid of many links to photos. Thanks Google! Keep up the good work just like your stupendous Google+ nonsense, always cutting edge. Seriously, none of my previous posts using Picasa allow you to see images larger. Oh sure, I could spend eons going back and trying to fix the mess Google has created, but I'd rather not add it to the list of things I need to deal with. Google is now officially Microsoft '96 only worse._____
Sorry folks if you run into problems viewing images on this blog. All photos were linked to their respective folders in Picasa before Google went nuts. If you click on an image you will now get 404 errors. I doubt Google will ever fix this so I'm sorry that you are now having problems viewing the images larger, but it's not my fault. I'm asking you to not write me and complain. The links were there and now poof! they're not. I will gradually try to fix many of them.
Tattered and Lost: FORGOTTEN DOLLS
A journey via vintage snapshots through the world of dolls and their owners from the early part of the 20th century to the 1960s. This is volume 7 in the Tattered and Lost Vernacular Photography series.
The Quiet Art of Reading at Amazon
Before being overwhelmed by a future of snapshots of people staring at nondescript tablets and smartphones, it would be nice to be reminded of the romance of reading a worn copy of a favorite book in a quiet and comfortable place. The beauty of the act of reading should be celebrated. That is what this book attempts to do.
BUCKAROOS AND BUCKARETTES at Amazon
Tattered and Lost: Buckaroos and Buckarettes is a collection of vintage snapshots for those who remember riding the range when they were kids. These adventures usually consisted of sitting in front of a black and white television or running around the neighborhood with our shiny six-guns strapped to our sides. Our imaginations created entire worlds that never existed. We sang along with our heroes, convinced that with a song in our heart and a six-gun on our hip we could vanquish evil. This book is dedicated to all the other buckaroos and buckarettes who rode their imaginations into the sunset while humming Happy Trails. Buy it at Amazon.
CAKES, PICNICS, AND WATERMELON at Amazon
Collecting vintage photographs starts out innocent enough with a few snapshots here and there, but at some point it becomes a bit more obsessive and you find yourself longing for the next image that makes you laugh or ponder the irrefutable confusion of being human. This book, Tattered and Lost: Cakes, Picnics, and Watermelon, the fourth in a series, shows the quirky world of sharing food from the 1890s to the 1970s in the United States. Sit back and enjoy watching people cut cakes (some people do it with such style!), go on picnics without your relatives, and watch people eat watermelon. Yes, eat watermelon. An odd category for sure, but one sure to make you smile. Buy it at Amazon.
Vernacular Photographs at Amazon
Tattered and Lost: Vernacular Photographs, is volume 1 in my self-published books showing photos from my collection. Photographs play off each other on facing pages asking the viewer to come to their own conclusion as to what they are looking at. Included is a photo of the Pennsylvania Railroad S1 steam locomotive, designed by Raymond Loewy, on display at the 1939 New York World’s Fair. And one of the few known copies of a photo taken by Rudolph D’Heureuse in 1863 proving there were indeed camels used by the U. S. Cavalry is included. So take a step back in time and visit with some folks who long ago smiled and said “cheese” never knowing how long those smiles would last. Buy it at Amazon.
TELLING STORIES at Amazon
In need of writing prompts? Looking for a gift for a friend who loves vintage photographs? Tattered and Lost: Telling Stories is now available from CreateSpace and Amazon. Click on the image to find out more! Buy it at Amazon.
CHILDHOOD at Amazon
A new and expanded edition of Tattered and Lost: Childhood. Available at CreateSpace and Amazon. Better price, more pages, larger trim size. Click on the image to read more about it. Buy it at Amazon.
Tattered and Lost is about some of the found and/or vernacular photography in my collection.
Unless you're an incredibly organized person you probably have a few stray photos tucked away that you've forgotten about. No matter how many family members or friends say they love you, sooner or later, a photo of you is going to slip through the cracks and end up in the hands of someone who knows nothing about you. Such are the photos at this site.
Photographs of the ordinary by the ordinary.
All photos are from my private collection. They may NOT be used in any manner without my permission. I retain all copyrights. Contact me if you wish to use one of them. You might be surprised by my answer.
All words are mine. I own them. Okay, well, the person who invented each word owns them, but I own my thoughts. It's about all I own. Don't steal my thoughts.