I'm liking these little outfits many of the little girls are wearing. They're little dresses with matching pantaloons. I don't remember ever seeing this type of outfits before.
To see this little fellow older click here.
Ukiah, California is a town located in Mendocino County in Northern California. My family once had a large ranch near Ukiah, but it is long gone.
I'm going to be deconstructing another school photo for several days; cute kids every single one of them.
This is one of those shots that would quickly get thrown back in the bin when I'd be sorting. It's in the category "pose for grandma" which is generally pretty doggone borin'. However, there's not much you can do when the shot comes glued in an album. So since I'm having a busy day I'm going to subject you to this category. I'd have preferred it be "eating watermelon" or "cutting the cake" or "fart fairies" or even "pigs eating watermelon." Yeah, I'd really have liked it to be a pig eating watermelon shot.
We'll give this one a subcategory...ummmm...girls standing behind garden, no wall, no garden, no...girls standing in front of telephone pole. Yeah, that's it.
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Category: Pose for Grandma; subcategory: girls standing in front of telephone pole.
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Today is Danny Kaye's birthday. Hard to imagine, but there are people who don't know who he is, or I should say was. I've written in the past about how much I adored Danny Kaye as a child, going to see him in both D.C. and Hawaii, and having him stuck in traffic in Waikiki on a rainy night in the car next to ours.
The fellow in this photo reminds me of Danny. The photo is, as it looks to be, a very small postage stamp. It is perforated with glue on the back. I've never seen anything like it before and have no idea when it might have been produced.
I decided to post it today in honor of Danny. He brought my best friend and me immense joy.
These fellows are from the same page as all the previous young ladies from Bill and Dick's Excellent Adventure album. I do not see either Bill or Dick in this shot, but then I'm not always really good at spotting them.
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As to the purpose of this gathering...haven't a clue. Well, that's not completely true. I did find this odd object in the hand of one fellow. Part of a baseball bat? Any guesses?
And now gentlemen, time for some of your close-ups.
This hairstyle would later become popular in the 1950s with guys who wore white t-shirts with a pack of cigarettes in their upturned sleeve.
Another from the Bill and Dick's Excellent Adventure album.
This hairstyle reminds me of one that became popular in the 1980s. It was big hair, but usually teased. I don't know if it was Bananarama or Madonna who started the style, but it was pretty dreadful. At least this young lady isn't a teased rats nest, but seriously, how do you walk around with this all day? It's got to be moving on its own. How often did the weight of it just drop it right down onto the forehead?
This photo comes from the same page as the chrysanthemum lady. It's from the Bill and Dick Excellent Adventure album. To see other images from Bill or Dick's album, I can never remember which one actually put it together, click on the "Bill and Dick" label below.
"Lady, I'm tellin' ya, a hundred years from now they'll still be talkin' about you and that there chrysanthemum. Take my woid for it."
"Well, okay, but I'd preferred something a little more cheerful. I mean, won't people be wondering why I'm staring at this flower?"
"Nah. They'll love it. I'm tellin' ya, they'll love it. They'll think youse was some kind of botanist."
Who doesn't like a sombrero? A sombrero with pom-poms. I'm guessing there are some people who went on cruises who bought HUGE sombreros thinking they were grand, got back on the ship and couldn't figure out where to put it, then got home and thought, "What was I thinking?"
I do not own a sombrero. I have enough sense to know not to buy funny hats on vacation. The tri-corner my father bought at a convention in Boston will need some explaining upon my death.
In keeping with this week's Sepia Saturday of a woman on a beach I give you a vintage snapshot of...a woman on a beach. Unlike a previous sombrero post I did in 2010, this woman clearly loves her sombrero.
When I first saw this vintage photograph I thought it looked like one of the phony old style photo studio shots available at fairs and some tourist spots these days.
What would these two look like in today's street clothes? Would she be wearing walking shoes with the horrible day-glo color stripes? He'd be wearing a baseball cap, brim forward. They'd both have on fanny packs.
Joyously, they are right where they're supposed to be, back in the early part of the last century.
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Why do I imagine these four ladies moving in unison, joined at the hip, baby steps? No matter where they went it was step, step, step. Over to the edge to look over the cliff? Step, step, step. Perhaps they took their act on the road. Let's call them the Hip-sisters. Then again...have there ever been siamese quads?
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If none of the above is true it just means there were four close friends with really bad taste in clothes.
I have a new blog called Tattered and Lost: Traveling with Charlie. I am being honest when I say it may be the most boring blog ever. It will last no longer than one year and consists solely of photos of a man named Charlie. That's it. I'm not kidding. I warned you...boring. Each week there will be two photos posted of Charlie in some location in the United States. Well, that's not completely true because he did visit Canada so we'll all need a passport for those shots. Charlie stands and Charlie sits. In a few cases Charlie dances. Pretty basic really. So tell your friends who think blogging is a waste of time to check out Tattered and Lost: Traveling with Charlie. They'll be able to look you straight in the eye and say, "I told you so."
In keeping with this weeks theme image at Sepia Saturday I give you some patrons and staff at an old restaurant. These folks do not appear to be having the same level of fun as in the Sepia image, perhaps because the alcohol is not yet flowing.
I have no idea where this restaurant stood, I'm not even sure of its name. It appears to be Palaislel Union with Cosmopolitan Exchange next door. I have not been able to find anything about the restaurant or the exchange. I can say the image was purchased in Eureka, California.
They are an interesting mix of characters. The fellow with the crease looks like he might have been a butcher, but no, that is just damage to the image running down his white robe, not blood. And the fellow to the left of him looks like he might have been just as comfortable on a riverboat as on shore. I think the fellow on the right, second in, is probably looking at the lads in the Sepia image and wondering how he can get there.
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All along the Pacific Northwest we live with the history of the lumber industry, present and past. I have no identification as to where this shot was taken, but it could be at a number of ports from Northern California on up to the border with Canada and beyond.
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You'd think that starting with "Once upon a time..." I'd have a fairytale to tell. No, just an old picture of a lightweight boxer named Marcus Vasquez wearing an apron. Seriously, I have no idea what is going on or how this photo eventually ended up in my hands.
"To a Swell Kid Marcus Vasquez.
From your manager Ben Marcus"
Marcus Vasquez appears to have fought his first professional bout on Dec. 21, 1948 against Cadilla Clemmons at the Olympic Auditorium in Los Angeles. He won the fight. From then on he fought around Southern California, up to San Jose on March 22, 1949, over to Arizona for several fights, even down to Chihuahua, Mexico on Feb. 8, 1950; he lost that fight to Al Lopez.
According to the online information I've found, Marcus had 17 wins, 19 losses, and 7 draws with a total of 197 rounds fought. The last fight listed was on July 7, 1952 to Maxie Docusen in San Antonio, Texas. Marcus lost and is listed as TKO.
So, was this the end of Marcus Vasquez as a fighter? I cannot find any other information about him.
As to the fellow on the left, his manager, Ben Marcus, I cannot find anything about him other than he worked in the Los Angeles area.
I don't know, but my mind spins when I look at this shot with the inscription and I'm sucked into the world of Raymond Chandler and this little scrap of paper is evidence in a murder. I can't say truthfully anything one way or the other. It is what it is and it will forever be a mystery unless some person with knowledge of the world of boxing in Los Angeles in the late '40s to early '50s steps forward to fill in the missing pieces to the story.
For now, I'm riding in my old Buick on a warm summer night along Sunset, hoping I can run a few red lights without getting caught as I try to make my way to a mysterious meeting in Los Feliz. It began with this photo stuffed inside my morning paper with a note that read, "9:40, Jerry's, Los Feliz. Come alone."