Double HOCKEY STICKS!

Sepia Saturday suggests golfers this week. Alas, I have no photos of golfers that I can remember. But woman with hockey sticks? I've got hockey sticks!

Both of these shots come from the photo album created by Betty Schnabel's mother, Louise. I have no idea where either of these shots were taken, but don't they look lovely in the first one. The second one they look like they're a bit more serious about playing than posing. And Betty's mother is in the second one behind the word "Candy." No idea what that means. And I'm confused how this is the 1919 hockey team if it was shot in 1916. Any suggestions?

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I can remember playing hockey in high school. It was ludicrous. We went out onto a wet field in the winter wearing white Keds. And of course they watered the lawn each morning before we went out, even if had just rained. And then our shoes and socks would sit in our locker each day growing mold. We'd come back the next morning (I had PE first period which was the worst!) and have to put the wet shoes back on. I'd always try to bring a dry pair of socks. We all ended up putting our socks on followed by plastic bags followed by stinky shoes. The whole locker room smelled like a toxic waste dump.

And then there were the shin shields which were useless. The buckles were so loose that as soon as you ran down the field the shield was covering your calf. It wasn't a pretty sight. Lots of black and blue shins during hockey season. I hated it and always hoped I'd be on the best team so I could stand at the back and "guard" the goalie. I was very good at standing behind everyone letting them break into a sweat. I should have been given an award for that.

Don't get me started about swimming during the winter at first period. Only two hair dryers for over 30 girls in the late '60s when everyone had long hair. Complete frizz each day for weeks. There was no hope. I hated PE and by my senior year I'd developed a really bad attitude. It was my only time in high school where I let be known I'd had enough.

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LADIES who lunch

An old Polaroid which still has the tear tab which is folded around the back.

Are these the ladies who lunch Sondheim wrote about? Of course not.


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X MARKS THE SPOT Deconstructed

There was a suggestion to take this past Sepia Saturday post and deconstruct the image. Sounded good to me.

As I looked at the faces of the women and the costumes they’re wearing all sorts of silly ideas came to mind. Then I thought of Rosa who was born in Europe but left, I believe, before the war. With that thought I had a new perspective of the context in which these women lived. This shot was possibly taken in Europe which means these women were soon to face years and years of war. I could no longer be flippant about them. Let their silly hats do the speaking while we fill in the missing pieces of their lives.

Strangely, the most classically pretty in the bunch is the one whose face is destroyed with the fold in the photo. I'm sure it was by accident.

X MARKS THE SPOT, Perhaps the Other Is Simply Named Dot

This week's Sepia Saturday said amateur theatrical production to me and I knew exactly what shot I would contribute.

I have no information about these lovely ladies. My best friend and I have speculated that the one with the dots coming out of her head might be Rosa, but we just can’t be sure. Now, only folks who have been here for a long time will recognize the name Rosa. For those who know nothing about her simply click on the word “Rosa” in the labels below.

Whatever is going on, let’s hope there were tea and cakes to be had after the shot was taken.


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SUMMERTIME: Part 2

Summertime is sitting and laughing in a hammock with friends beneath the shade of an old tree.

Tomorrow: picnics