TATTERED AND LOST EPHEMERA GIFT SHOP!

Okay, I know, everyone is hawking stuff and I'm no different. In this economy you have to be creative and I hope you'll find what I've done fits into that niche.

Introducing my latest endeavor, which I've been working on for months.

www.cafepress.com/tatteredandlost.

I've taken several pieces of vintage ephemera in my collection and adapted them to fit products available at Cafe Press. They offer a wide variety of gift items. I'm starting small, but will be adding items in the weeks ahead.

Maybe you'll find something for your family and friends that they won't find elsewhere. Or maybe you just need to give yourself a gift.

If you like what you see let me know.

And I hope you'll pass along the link to others. Tattered and Lost Ephemera Gift Shop!

CHERISH your pets

For the past week, since I got home from my vacation, I've been dealing with my little dog becoming partially paralyzed. Fortunately he's back to near full recovery, but a week ago was very stressful with sleepless nights. Three years ago at Christmas time he became completely paralyzed from the neck down and required major spinal surgery followed by 6 months of non-stop care. So when he started having trouble walking last week and would cry out when touched my mind raced back to the nightmare of the full paralysis. I rushed him to emergency on the 4th and the doctor confirmed there was partial paralysis, but she couldn't say if it was temporary or permanent. He spent a few days on pain meds and now is once again running back and forth inside the house, doin' dog stuff. I'm sleeping much better.

I've always had pets. Can't imagine life without at least one. Right now I have a dog and two cats. One of the cats was a feral that I worked with in my backyard for two years before finally gaining enough of his trust to bring him inside. The sweetest little tiny toy you could imagine. Has major medical problems, but he makes up for it when he trills his little call. Wee Bobbie, the Manx.

Photos of pets bring back memories and ultimately some sadness because they're always gone too soon. When I saw this vintage photo at the antique store in Weaverville I smiled, thinking about the joy the little babe probably brought to those who owned it. I hope it grew up to be a happy dog doin' dog stuff all its life.

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I have a photo of a dog that was in one of my dad's squadrons. His name was Boots and he used to fly with the crew and even had his own military ID. My dad always smiles when he sees that photo of Boots and recalls stories of how they sneaked him aboard the flights.

Right now I have a flock of wild turkeys outside my window. Did a head count and came up with 50. They're yelling at each other with some chasing others around and around at the base of trees. Stupid as can be, but I consider them my pets too. They don't seem to feel the same. I think it's time for me to go out and break up a couple of these fights. "Okay, you bunch of turkeys...knock it off!"

All dressed up with NO PLACE TO GO

Part of the fun of vernacular snapshots is to see what locations people decided were the best spots to pose. We've all been through it. "Stand over here. No wait, over here would look nicer. Okay wait, the sun is behind you. You're just a big shadow. Go back to where you first were." And so it goes. In the case of these two shots all of the people had to do a little bit of climbing on rough surfaces in shoes not meant for climbing.

I posted at my ephemera site about having photos taken on downed trees, specifically redwoods. These lovely ladies, from probably sometime around 1915, are not on a redwood. I'd say pine, several pines. Not only did the lady on the log need a lift up, but I imagine the other one needed to tip-toe gently amongst the logs so as to not get things rolling under her feet. And that odd feather/flower/bird thingie on her shoulder...I really don't know. Looking at the shot through my loop it looks to be drawn on...but not really. However the black is much blacker than all other blacks in the shot and the white tip is whiter than all other whites. Usually by looking through my loop I can figure these things out easily, but not this time. There is also a small "v" in black ink on the sitting woman's left arm, her left arm, not the left arm when we look at her. Okay, not vital information.

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Then there's this couple from probably the 40s or 50s. Clearly not dressed for mountain climbing, but sometimes we forget how rural people's lives were. If they were bedecked in their Sunday finest and lived in the countryside of course they'd be posed next to plants or rocks if not next to a building. What I find funny is that they climbed up this little incline and sat down. What was it about those rocks that made them so gosh darn fascinatin' to require climbing up on them and settin' down? I mean, I like the shot, but I would have loved to hear the discussion that took place while they sat on the rocks in their nice clothes and then dusted off their fannies when standing. And there is the oh so small hint of a shadow on the right so there were at least two people watching them. Did they then change places and have this couple in the photo take a shot of the other two? We'll never know.

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These photos were bought on vacation in a small antique store in Weaverville, California. I scoured the shop hunting for anything when I finally spotted a small basket with a stack of photographs. All were shots taken in the countryside, nothing taken in any cities. Now whether or not they were taken in or around Weaverville I don't know. Weaverville is still a pretty rural place located in the Trinity Alps of Northern California. A fine little gold mining town with a wonderful Chinese temple that is a state historic site. All 'n' all a good time was had in Weaverville.

Gone Fishin' and HAPPY HALLOWEEN

Haven't been online in days preparing for vacation. So here's wishing everyone a Happy Halloween, a very special day to me. Be back sooner...or later.

And yes, this is me, exactly as I appear today, including hat.

WHEELS LOOM VERY LARGE in our lives

This is Connie. Other than that I know nothing about her. These photos were bought at the same estate sale where I bought the shot of Frank Sinatra in purple golf sweater and pants. The home where I found Connie had all sorts of interesting things, though the condo itself was pretty dreadful. Very odd use of space. But that's okay, because I found a small box of photos so I was happy. And of course when I got up to the table to pay suddenly the people holding the sale realized there was a photo of Sinatra and the price for him went up. Okie dokie, whatever. I wanted Frank in purple. Frank was the star of the sale. Connie was just a little girl with an affinity for wheeled vehicles.

Can you remember all the wheeled vehicles you've had? Carriages, tricycles, the first two-wheeler with and without training wheels, the first car? Wheels play a very big deal in the lives of many of us in this country. 

Horses also seemed to play a very big part in Connie's life. As did golf. That is if the other photos in the box were here as an adult. I didn't buy any of the shots of her on horses. They were all dressage and jumping shots. Not particularly interesting except to someone who likes dressage and jumping. I have enough photos I took myself in England of jumpers to last me a lifetime. I don't need to buy any. 

Anyway, I enjoy looking at Connie's evolution with the wheel. Reminds me of my own childhood, though she was born decades before me. This last shot specifically reminds me of a little car, a little blue Cadillac convertible, in some sort of a car place in Hawaii. I don't remember why my folks went there. I don't think it was a dealership, could have been an auto parts shop. I don't know, but they had this kid size Cadillac on a shelf near the ceiling. It was a peddle car and I longed for it. I imagined myself tooling around the neighborhood in that pretty little car. I don't believe I ever told my folks how much I longed for it. I knew it was way out of our price range. It was a rich kids toy. Funny thing is it was always there. I don't ever remember going in and seeing it gone. 

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Oh yes, I have another shot of Connie, I think, when she's older in a golf cart. Yes, wheels played an important part in Connie's life. At least from my limited perspective.

This Halloween go as RAPSCALLIONS!

I've had this photo for a long time. It fits the classical found photo description. I can't remember where I found it, but I think it was on the street or inside a library book. It was someplace odd and I grabbed it. 

Over the years I've stuck this snapshot on my bookshelf, taunted my best friend with it (asking her if anyone looked familiar which of course they couldn't because I found it!), and continually misplacing it. I'll go for years without seeing it and then it pops up somewhere like a bad penny. These street urchins. These rapscallions! 

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Love that word. Don't hear it used much these days. We pretty much go right for thugs, gangsters, etc. But these little dears with the testosterone just starting to surge through their little bodies are rapscallions. It's all attitude. It's the boys who didn't get into Scouts but who had parents that kept looking in the back of magazines at the small ads for military schools. It's a group of Eddie Haskells. It's spitwads and throwing erasers at the blackboard right before the teacher came into the room.

And it's probably a lot of fun. Shared memories for these boys. What became of them? They're frozen in time for me. The Four Rapscallions. 

A wee bit of IRELAND

A heads up on a vernacular photography blog with a distinct Irish flavor:

http://www.jacolette.com/

I'm noticing, and maybe I'm wrong, that a lot of vernacular photography sites have either shut down or are no longer updated. That's sad. More and more people just seem to dump everything on Flickr which for me is just a bit overwhelming. Too much all at once with little to no history attached. Plus I never get to know the people who have posted them. It ends up being a bit like sorting through a large box at a flea market. Everything is disconnected, lots to look at, but until I've sat down with each piece it's just sort of a mess.

I like this site Jacolette because there's a reason for it to exist and you can feel the person behind it. I look forward to seeing which direction it goes.

Somewhere in Nebraska THEY WORE RIBBONS

No information to give about this real photo postcard other than it's larger than a normal one. It measures 6.6250" x 3.5". I don't know when sizes were standardized or if they ever actually were. This is the widest card I have in my collection.

I believe it may have been taken in Nebraska only because many of the shots I purchased at this particular sale were from there. Now as to what the occasion was for this shot, your guess is as good as mine. School? Church? And what gives with the ribbons worn by the adult on the left and two of the boys? Certainly they must have signified something. Some sort of honor. Ribbons that were taken home and probably placed in drawers. Eventually their original color faded and they were tossed aside as nothing more than a connection to a long forgotten memory.

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What I find most interesting is the attitude of these kids compared to the ones from 1961. Yes, these kids are slightly older, but they're far more serious in this situation. They are more respectful of the moment. The idea of childhood that we're all familiar with wasn't part of their reality. They were expected to pull their weight in the family and not sit and watch Sky King and dream of what Santa was going to bring them from the Sear's catalogue. Different times, different expectations.

I have mentioned the following book before, but want to remind you again of its signifi-

cance. Prairie Fires and Paper Moons is no longer in print, but can often be found in good used condition. If you have any interest in real photo postcards or simply vernacular photography documenting America between 1900 and 1920 check out the book. It's worth having in your collection. I did a post about it on December 5th of last year where I go into more detail about the contents. There is a link in the Amazon column to the left (sorry, Amazon doesn't provide a photo in the link) where you can see the variety of prices being asked for it. You might also want to check to see if your local library has a copy. Of course, as I too often find, library books are often listed in the catalogue but if it's a book hard to find it's just as often not returned to the library. I'm finding that happening more and more and it sets my teeth on edge. So I'll leave you with that image. Grinding my teeth about library theft. Better to buy the books legitimately.

BOOMERS or bust?

Insurance salesmen, hairdressers, soldiers, doctors, members of  the Elks, husbands, fathers, wives, mothers, politicians, car salesmen, scientists, entrepreneurs, teachers, nurses? What was the future for the 7th grade graduating class of 1961? Looking at these little munchkins it would be hard to imagine them taking on the world and today being in their early 60s.

I give you once again, the graduating class of 1961. Okay, I'll admit, to me the first shot reminds me of Tom Delay's mugging mug shot. Let's hope this young fellow took a wiser path. And the last two fellows? Well they just about sum it up, don't they?

Ladies keep your knees together, GENTLEMEN DON'T SLOUCH

I give you more of the class of 1961. The sitters.

The CLASS OF '61

You know those lovely pyramid style group photos where everyone just looks like a peanut head? Imagine being a parent and paying for this. Granted the original is 8 x 10, but still, if the kids didn't get individual school photos and only got this group shot it's just sad. But all is not lost thanks to modern cheap technology. 

I like the way the kids are all playing at being adults. Each girl wears a corsage and each boy a tie. These kids were mercifully clueless about what was going to happen. Wonder what their lives were like? What they became? Anyone want to guess which grade? I'm thinking perhaps graduation from 7th.

More generic looking early '60s kids tomorrow. Sitting.

1954 KODAK CHRISTMAS WISH LIST

See anything here you want? Maybe something you already have gathering dust in the recess of a closet? I know I have the Brownie Hawkeye somewhere in this house. Just saw it a few months ago. Put it away for safe keeping, but now apparently it's too safe because I haven't a clue as to where this safe spot is. I'd like to find it to put up on my bookshelf with some of my other old Kodaks. 

Do click on the image to see this larger. (SOURCE: December 1954 National Geographic)

This ad is from the December 1954 National Geographic. The camera that has me the most intrigued is the one in the upper left corner, the Kodak Stereo Camera. I'm not sure if I've ever seen one of these, let alone an ad. It's fascinating. 

You can see a better shot of this camera at Camerapedia where there is also a brief bit of information. The camera was designed by Arthur H. Crapsey who was responsible for a lot of Kodak's designs and eventually became head of their design group in 1960. From now on when I go by those tables at estate sales where all the cameras have been piled I'm looking for one of these. Just think...double vernacular photographs in one!

And now back to rummaging through this house for Hawkeye. In this place I might end up finding Hawkeye Pierce instead.

Mr. Roberts and A REALLY BIG TREE

The final in the series, for now, of Mr. Roberts and friend. This one was taken at the Wawona Tree in Yosemite. The tree was hollowed out in 1881 and fell down in 1969. 

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I can't really explain what it's like to see a really giant tree lying flat on the ground. I was standing next to one up along the Avenue of the Giants in Humboldt County, California last fall and the story about it falling includes a neighbor miles away saying when it came down it sounded like a huge train wreck. Nobody was there to witness it falling, but it took several other trees down at the same time. And if you're thinking "big" tree I'm talking BIG TREE. You'd stand at the roots and you couldn't see the other end. Redwood forests are amazing places. Now people cutting holes through redwood trees so nutcases can drive thru, not so crazy about that. However, I did ride through this one as a child in a green Oldsmobile. For a kid it was a pretty interesting experience.

To see old postcards of the Wawona Tree and other drive-thru trees click on Image-Archeology.com.  And to read a wee bit about Redwoods click here. 

It was BEARABLE

Remember when I said Mr. Roberts didn't marry the woman standing next to him in Yosemite Valley? Remember I said a bear was involved. Well, here's one of the shots of her with a bear. 

Now, Mr. Roberts was quite an interesting man, sailing the high seas, living aboard ship in the 1930s in Alaska, and then on an expedition to Antarctica. Did he draw the line with women feeding bears. We'll never know.

THE WATERFALL across Yosemite Valley

This photo is also from Mr. Robert's album. No reference as to who the people are, but I can tell you the shot is about the size of a postage stamp at approximately 1.3750" x 1.25". Little picture. There are more pictures of Yosemite, including a woman up close feeding a bear. Same woman that was standing next to him on the rock in the lake. Hmmmmm...I'm beginning to see something here. Perhaps this is why he ended up marrying someone else. The woman, the bear, the food....

Imagine what Yosemite was like before all the traffic and the smog. Actually I can, a bit, because the first time I went there was in the mid-50s. I have old movie footage of me running around in a striped t-shirt, elastic waste jeans w/flannel inside turned up at the cuffs, and cowboy boots. Yup, I was a bad hombre. This couple was there about 20 years before me. Wonder if she was wearing elastic waste jeans w/flannel and cowboy boots? We'll just never know.