Showing posts with label found photos. Show all posts
Showing posts with label found photos. Show all posts
7/24/13
THE LAST from Wyoming
As we leave our intrepid travelers in Wyoming in 1926 we have this last thought as we view one of the bear fondlers in all her glory. Had Mt. Rushmore in South Dakota not been started in 1927 we might have ended up with this as a famous rock sculpture in Wyoming.
Then again...
the rocks behind her look quite a bit like the rock monster from Galaxy Quest so maybe in the long run this woman was doomed from the start. Either the bear or the rocks got her.
7/23/13
When you GO OUT IN THE WOODS TODAY...
be sure to take along two huge makeup bags. If you're going to pet a bear's butt you want to make sure you're attractive when the coroner shows up.

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Taken before or after the bear butt petting?
To see the bear petting photo click here.
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thermos,
tipi,
vernacular photography,
vintage snapshots,
wyoming
7/22/13
A picnic with some of the WYOMING TRAVELERS
Time for a picnic. Was this before or after petting the bear? The bear petter is second from the left. I don't see any hands. Could there be nothing but bloody stumps behind the thermos?

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tipi,
vernacular photography,
vintage snapshots,
wyoming
7/20/13
What NOT TO DO when you visit Wyoming
Sometimes city folks are just plumb stupid. So I'll provide a couple of hints to those thinking of heading to the great outdoors for their summer vacation.
I mentioned in my last post that the tourists in 1926 who visited Cheyenne, Wyoming, had questionable judgement. I now provide my examples and some words to etch into your brain.
DON'T CASUALLY SURROUND A BEAR! You are nothing more than food standing next to a toothpick.

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And for cryin' out loud...DON'T SNEAK UP BEHIND A BEAR TO PET ITS BUTT! One would think this would not be something any sane person would need to be told.

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Seriously, I'm sure there are people today, this very day, somewhere in this country who did this. It's between those of us born with common sense and all the rest of the nut cases.
7/16/13
The tourists WITH THE BABY at the Round-Up
7/15/13
MORNING at the Round-Up
The glory of this country are the many cultures we get to experience right outside our doors. We're a mix and if you keep your mind and eyes open there's always something new to experience. That said, I don't know how happy I'd be if I were to open my door some morning and find a "tourist" standing outside my house having their picture taken.
This is another image from the Cheyenne Round-Up in 1926.

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7/12/13
CHEYENNE ROUND-UP in 1926
This was actually going to be a very short post. I figured I’d take this week’s Sepia Saturday (rain and umbrellas) in a different direction by providing you with some recent purchases taken in July, 1926 at the Cheyenne, Wyoming Round-up. My thinking, slow witted as I might be, was that I’d take you in the direction of a Native American rain dance. Then, as often happens, the little scraps of paper sent me on a journey. Plus, and this is a biggie, I figured out a way to take the black album stock off of photos that were torn from old albums. That tip to come, and not for the delicate minded.
Cheyenne is the capital of Wyoming, located in Laramie County. The Cheyenne Frontier Days, which I’m guessing includes the Round-up, has been held each year since 1897. These photos, from 1926, are part of a group of shots showing a family vacation in the wilds of the West. There are several more photos from the series which I will feature over the next week. Today’s are specifically from the Round-up. All of the photos were developed and printed at the Elite Studio in Omaha, Nebraska.



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I do not know which tribe is being represented in this parade, but their clothing convinces me they were from the Plains. Indeed, they might actually be Cheyenne.
Here is an article from the August 11, 1923 Cape Girardeau Southeast Missourian newspaper detailing what you might have seen at one of these events.

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In this vintage snapshot you can see the grandstand the writer mentions in the article.

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On the back of this shot it says, “Pete Morrison and Buck Jones movie stars and other cowboys Cheyenne Round up 1926.” I cannot tell you which one is which in this shot.

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George D. Morrison, nicknamed Pete, was an American silent western film actor born August 8, 1890 in Westminster, Colorado. During his childhood he lived at Morrison, Colorado (named for his grandfather George Morrison) and Idaho Springs, and got his early tastes of horsemanship riding with his father Thomas during the summer. They drove cattle and sheep from the summer ranges in Middle Park and Fall River in Colorado to supply beef and mutton to the mining camps of Georgetown, Idaho Springs, Nevadaville, Black Hawk and Central City. During his mid-teens Pete worked in the mining industry, with his older brothers driving in sections of the Argo Tunnel where Pete was a motorman, hoist operator, topside helper, teamster hauler, assisting several of the larger miners in the Idaho Springs area. In the summer of 1910 Pete Morrison was an engine fireman for the Colorado Southern Railroad when he was lured away by the early western movies. Pete began working as a stunt man for the Essanay Studios of Broncho Billy films, soon discovering he could make more money working in movies in 2 weeks than he could make working for a month on the railroad. Pete followed his older brother Chick Morrison to California, where he also became a star in early western pictures. Through his career, Morrison transcended from very early film in 1909 to sound in 1935 starring in some 132 pictures. (SOURCE: Wikipedia)
Buck Jones (December 12, 1891 – November 30, 1942) was an American motion picture star of the 1920s, 1930s, and 1940s, best known for his work starring in many popular western movies. In his early film appearances, he was billed as Charles Jones.
Charles Frederick Gebhart was born on the outskirts of Vincennes, Indiana on December 12, 1891. (Some sources erroneously indicate December 4, 1889, but Jones's marriage license and his military records confirm the 1891 date.)[2] In 1907, Jones joined the US Army a month after his sixteenth birthday: his mother had signed a consent form that gave his age as eighteen. He was assigned to Troop G, 6th Cavalry Regiment, and was deployed to the Philippine islands in October, 1907, where he served in combat and was wounded during the Moro Rebellion. Upon his return to the U.S. in December, 1909, he was honorably discharged at Fort McDowell, California.Here we have an old Buck Jones movie from 1931 which also includes a young John Wayne.
Following his military service, he began working as a cowboy on the 101 Ranch near Bliss, Oklahoma. While attending equestrian shows he met Odille "Dell" Osborne, who rode horses professionally. The two became involved, and married in 1915. Both had very little money, so the producers of a Wild West Show they were working on at the time offered to allow them to marry in an actual show performance, in public, which they accepted.
While in Los Angeles, and with his wife pregnant, Jones decided to leave the cowboy life behind and get a job in the film industry. He was hired by Universal Pictures for $5 per day as a bit player and stuntman. He later worked for Canyon Pictures, then Fox Film Corporation, eventually earning $40 per week as a stuntman. With Fox his salary increased to $150 per week, and company executive William Fox decided to use him as a backup to Tom Mix. This led to his first starring role, The Last Straw, released in 1920. (SOURCE: Wikipedia)
Then we get to the last shot which I find the most fascinating. On the back it says, “Bonnie Gray and famous horse Cheyenne 1926.” I did a bit of research online and in a book I have about cowgirls.

Bonnie Gray Harris (1891-1988)Tall and athletic, Bonnie is best remembered for her amazing stunts and trick riding. Allegedly the first woman to perform the “under the belly crawl” on a horse, she also jumped her horse over an open car with passengers and was one of the first women to ride bulls in Mexican bullfights. As the movie industry flourished in California, so did Bonnie’s career as a stunt rider. (SOURCE: National Cowgirl Museum and Hall of Fame)
“If one loves a thing and does it well, why shouldn’t se do it?” said Bonnie Gray to her disapproving family. Her parents had high hopes for their daughter, who had a college degree in music and was a fine pianist. But Gray’s love for competitive sports lured her into the rodeo world of the Cheyenne Frontier Days, Oregon’s Pendelton Round-up, the Calgary Stampede, and New York’s Madison Square Garden.
Bonnie Gray earned money jumping her horse King Tut over an automobile filled with passengers.
Despite the broken bones and the long hours on the road, many of the early cowgirls admitted that rodeo in the ‘teens and 1920s was glamourous. When asked what motivated her to live such hard life, Bonnie Gray answered: “Oh honey, I loved it. I was tops in the and tops in the that. I just loved being tops!”
Some cowgirls did make reasonable amounts of money. Bonnie Gray, who often substituted for cowboys Bing Crosby, Hoot Gibson, and Buck Jones, earned $10,000 for jumping a horse over a pile of brush and down a ten-foot cliff. The horse landed such that the stirrup straps broke and Gray sustained a backward fall. She commented that she would never do the stunt again, but few who knew her were convinced. “I used to ride to Beverly Hills and practice my stunts on Will’s (Will Rogers’s) front lawn," Gray said.
Now, how did I get the paper off? Spit. Not kidding. Spit. I still remember a teacher at art college who told the class about the magic of spit and its various uses for artists. It has to do with the acidity in spit. So taking a chance I dabbed a small amount of spit on the back of the photo ever so lightly, let it sit for a few moments, then took an x-acto knife and gently scrapped off the paper. Remember, you heard it here. Spit. Will never be marketed by a corporation. We own it. And if you do this and it ruins your photo I take no responsibility. My spit might be different than yours.
And now, back to what started this post, the rain dance.
1/9/13
JOINED at the hip
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.
3/30/12
We used to be CLOSER TO THE LAND
These days few of us are really close to the land we live on. We don't pay much attention to where our food comes from or the people who raise it. I'll be truthful and say I'm perhaps a little closer than most because I live in a working orchard. I feel the seasons change. I look anxiously for the bees each year when the trees have blossomed. I anticipate the harvest.
For most of us we can easily trace our ancestors back to those who in some way made a living off the land. On my father's side I need only go back to his childhood to find him living on a ranch. On my mother's side I must go back to her father and his youth.
Our ancestors knew what it was like to breath in the dust of a newly plowed field. To watch the weather in anticipation of how it would affect the growing season.
These photos were all bought at estate sales. The first group is of farmers in Nebraska.
On the back of the shot above it says "preparing ground for alfalfa."
And these are from California.
And though these have been posted before, they fit the theme perfectly.
This is my submission to this weeks Sepia Saturday theme of "work."
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vintage snapshot,
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1/2/12
12/22/11
CHRISTMAS: Ernie RAPIDLY UNWRAPPING...
We'll never know what Ernie was unwrapping. A shot taken the same year as the Ernie Christmas shots last year.
Let's hope Ernie had a Merry Christmas and I'm sure he'd be wishing you the same. He's just that kind of guy.
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12/21/11
CHRISTMAS: Ernie's SWEETHEART
They seem to have lived in a trailer, single wide. Two adults and two children.
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12/17/11
CHRISTMAS: Opening packages with ERNIE
It's that time of year when we either gather with family and friends or make up an excuse to run full tilt in the other direction.
Here we have our friend Ernie gathering with one or the other. I'm guessing family. Ernie at Christmas; we've seen this before.
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Ernie is a favorite "category" of mine only available at one antique store. Every time I go to the store I hope to find a new image of Ernie. Just when I think I've found the last another one pops up. Keeps me going back. And each time I leave the store I fear I will never find another image of Ernie, another moment captured in his life.
Last year I featured 4 posts in a row following Christmas called "One Man's Christmas." You can see part 1 here, 2 here, 3 here, and 4 here. I'd found all of these images on Christmas Eve. Perhaps I need to stop by the store this Christmas Eve to see if Ernie is there celebrating.
There will be more of Ernie this week. Think of it as a buffet of Ernie and that's about as close as I can get to this weeks Sepia Saturday theme which means I'm not on theme at all.
7/29/11
Teachers at the GRAND CANYON

As a kid I thought it was pretty cool that teachers got a three month summer vacation the way the students did. I can remember going on vacation and finding groups of women traveling together; generally they were teachers.
Here, from the Ten Buck Box, we have Gertrude Bowen on vacation at the Grand Canyon with friends in the late 1940s. Were they all schoolteachers? Most likely.
I think at some point everyone should go on a road trip with friends. I've been on many, but the most memorable was a five week road trip through Europe with two friends in a candy colored Opal. Oh sure, by the end of the trip two of us wanted to kill the third person, but I still have great memories of just being in the car driving and laughing. I'm hoping Gertrude and her friends had as much fun.
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7/28/11
WOMEN and TRANSPORTATION
To think there are places in this world where women aren't allowed to drive makes my head spin. I won't go into it other than to say the men in those countries have some serious problems. Anything that impedes on a woman's right to make self-determined choices in her life, all aspects of her own life, are simply wrong.
Using this weeks Sepia Saturday image as my jumping off point I give you Women and Transportation, all sorts of transportation.
Most of these images come from the Ten Buck Box. A couple come from the estate sale of Mr. Roberts.
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On the door it says "Just an old Ford" and "Merry Widows".
I believe this may be Gertrude (Rich) Bowen.
This one is from the Robert's estate and I'm guessing this was taken at Catalina Island off the coast of Southern California.
I'm guessing this one was taken in Nebraska.
I'm hoping this is homesteader Frances (Rich) Cheney in Colorado.
If anyone knows what model these cars are drop me a line so I can add the information to the post. Why? Well, just because. Oh heck, if you know what the farm equipment is called give me that too. I'm seriously doubting anyone will have any info about the horses...then again....
Now get out there and drive, drive, drive wherever your heart takes you...and a full tank of gas.
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