CHRISTMAS 1949

The anonymous little girl at age 6 with the same wonderful tree in her bedroom.


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The Secondary CHRISTMAS TREE

The little girl from the 1940s I've recently featured seems to have had two Christmas trees each year. One tree was most likely in the living room; there are shots of her with adults at this tree. Then there's the little tree below. I think she might have had her own little tree in her bedroom. How cool would that be? This one even has bubble lights!


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JINGLE BELLS?

I can imagine the sound of this whistle. I'm guessing she was not playing a soft rendition of Silent Night. No matter what she was playing I believe she was loved.


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CHRISTMAS at Age 6-1/2

A blurred shot, but still rather fun. The unknown little girl at age 6-1/2.


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FIRST CHRISTMAS in 1943

I have a large box of slides that feature this little girl. They begin in 1943 when she was born and end in the late 40s. Though there is some writing on some of the slides, I have yet to find her name. So her brief life in slides will have to suffice without any identity.

This must have been her first Christmas.


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The image below of her with her doll collection is in my new book Tattered and Lost: Forgotten Dolls. There are three photos of her in the book.


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Bob? How do you like the POI?

This is the same little fella who has been featured in the two previous posts. We'll now call him Bob. Or perhaps it should be Bob? to be more specific.



I'm guessing he's just sucking on his fingers, but I prefer to think maybe he's been dipping into some two fingered poi. Go for it little dude!
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Devilish CHERUBIC smile

This is the same little unknown fella from yesterday. Bob? Bob…is that you? Or is it Donald? Unless someone is really good at reading facial features we'll never know.



Nothing is written on the back of this real photo postcard from Donald G. Schnabel's family album. Donald was one of nine children. One was named Robert. So maybe this is really Bob?
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OH THE JOY...

You can only guess my joy today when my doctor told me that after four weeks (this coming Monday) my ankle has not healed one bit. Not at all. The bone, thanks to this nasty European made torture chamber, is in the right position, but no healing. Still broken as much as it was on day one. At least three more weeks of this Borg boot. I think I almost screamed with joy in her ear over the phone. I hate to say it, but it sucks getting older…except for the alternative.

So, with joy on my mind I found this shot taken by Donald G. Schnabel. Good old Donald, always ready to mark his photos with data about what his process was. I don't know if I've ever mentioned that many of the slides are marked with data about what camera he was using. In this case he provides us with the settings he used and his address.





As to who the child is…no idea. Someone thought it might be "Bob?" It might have been helpful if Donald had provided the child's name.

Then again, maybe it's baby Donald? He was born in 1898. What do you think?

More shots of this child to come.
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Simple JOY

Sometimes it's the very simple things in life that can bring joy.


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BABY TAKES WING...it's a category

I tell you, it's a category. Images of babies about to take flight. Rarely captured on film. So far I've only found them with their little engines revving. Tops on my bucket list: Baby in full flight. A simple dream I know, but let's see how many years it takes to find one.

I am a little concerned with the landing gear. The eventual landing might prove to be very bumpy since one gear seems to be facing the wrong direction during takeoff. Let's hope there was a good ground crew standing by.


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CHARLETTE

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BABY MOHAWK with Vanessa Redgrave

I know the first thing most people will see when looking at this shot is the baby with the mohawk. In my case the first thing I saw was Vanessa Redgrave.

This was in a box with hundreds of photos at an antique store I rarely visit. I was getting bored looking through the box because most of the shots were just straight on posed shots, hundreds of them. Boring, boring, boring. And then I saw this and saw Vanessa's smile. I knew I had proof of a time traveling celebrity actually in preparation for a film. Had to be. Significant evidence. Vanessa Redgrave preparing for her role in YANKS.

Okay, so it isn't really Redgrave, but this woman is just as beautiful as Redgrave.

Now as to the baby with the mohawk....

SAY GOODBYE TO ERNIE for now

This is the last of Ernie until the holiday season since the other photos are pretty much Christmas shots, including one showing his wife.

So we leave Ernie sitting on the stoop with his daughter; perhaps a bit confused as to what the future holds for him.

Bye-bye Ernie. Bye-bye.

Ernie: FATHER AND CHILD

The more I see of Ernie the more I adore him.

While I was sorting through some of the photos of him last night, getting them ready to post, I had an old Everly Brothers album on. I was transported back to the late '50s and early '60s; Ernie's time period.

He's the young man who would have never made it on Bandstand, but loved going to school dances, but was then too quiet with girls to ask anyone to dance. Then at a young age he fell in love hard, got married, had babies, and wondered what happened. The gold ring passed him by like it does for most of us.

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Even if Ernie doesn't smile he makes me smile.

Ernie WITH CHILD

Perhaps this is Ernie with his first born. All indications from all photos I've seen is that this is probably his baby girl. He looks concerned, a little confused.

More Ernie tomorrow.

When BABY TAKES WING

Here is a RPPC with no information given on the back. I call it "Baby Takes Wing." I can almost see the anxious bouncing, arms outstretched, ears/flaps up reading for crosswinds. Its little engine is revving knowing in just a moment it will be able to take flight across the studio and fly around and around up at the ceiling. Mother has other plans. Father is thinking that yes, it would be fun to fly. And the photographer? Oh, the poor photographer is wishing his day would be filled with sleeping nonmoving babies so that he wouldn't need to keep doing re-dos because the little dears are constantly blurred.

This is another image from Bert's collection.

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Fly baby, fly!!!

What was the BABY THINKING?

My first memory in life is scrubbing a wall outside the kitchen in our quarters on Midway Island. There's a story that goes with this, but I'll just leave it at that. My second memory is of a man lying on the beach in Waikiki with a newspaper over his face. This was on a transfer back from Midway to the mainland.

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It's doubtful this child had any memories of this photo shoot. The first shot from yesterday was purely tactile memories of a bed spread. This one staring at someone. Tomorrows, oh my tomorrows.

There once was a LITTLE BABY...

There once was a little baby who brought great joy to some people.

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For some reason the baby's photos ended up in an old suitcase at an antique store. No name attached. Now before you go thinking "how sad, how terribly sad" perhaps the photos had been sent to someone, a family member, a friend of the family. Just because the photos ended up in an old suitcase does not mean the baby was not loved. The original photos may still be with the baby's family. This may just be prints given to share some joy.

We'll never know.

This is the first of three.