Betty's friends CATTIN AROUND AT A MOTEL in room no. 12

Raise your hand if you remember motor courts. Little motels that were always one floor little cabins or duplexes. Sometimes there was an actual garage to pull into.

Here are Betty's friends with an unknown woman (not that Betty's friends aren't also unknown) holding a cat. Was she the motel manager? A friend who got them a good deal to stay there? We'll never know.






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That's it folks. As of now I haven't found anymore photos from the girls getaway. Who knows what will show up in the future.
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SNACKS and stuff

As a child I can remember getting fun things at tourist spots. You know what I'm talking about, don't you? The HUGE pencil with scenes of the location on it. The pen with the floating whatever that moved back and forth when you rotated it. Seashells at the shore. Postcards, figurines of bears from national parks, maybe even a tom-tom made with a black rubber top. Saltwater taffy was always exciting. It was so colorful and smelled wonderful.

I do remember visiting Atlantic City and getting one of those toy monkeys that played cymbals. I put it on the motel room nightstand and let it bang it's little cymbals over and over until my mother probably wanted to throw it out the window.

Alas, few of the things I got as a kid at tourist spots are in my possession. A lot of the stuff simply disappeared over the years (grumble grumble my original 1955 Mouse ears).


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So what did Betty and her friends buy at Mystic Seaport? If I'd known what to look for I might have found it in her house during the estate sale. Or was Betty too practical to keep such things? I should have paid closer attention to the what-nots in her home. I was too focused on photos to have noticed the flotsam and jetsam of her life.
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LOOK UP! Look up!...

One of Betty's friends on their girl get-away to Mystic Seaport. We can understand why the woman in the green skirt is looking up, but what about the one on the right? What exactly has her staring upward, mouth open? Beware…never a good idea to stand around a seaport looking up with your mouth open. I'm just sayin'.


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But dig the white high heels, white gloves, pearls, and nice purse over her arm. Imagine seeing someone at a tourist spot dressed like this today. More likely flip-flops, bare midriff top, and tight shorts on a body bulging with previous meals.
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The whole thing was RIGGED

When I first saw this week's Sepia Saturday prompt I was transported to a large sailing ship with masts and rigging. Alas, it's more Wichita Lineman than Master and Commander.

But the images that follow are indeed of sailing ships. I have no idea where these ships were located in these vintage shots, most likely taken by Betty Schnabel, Donald's daughter. Knowing that for many years Betty lived on the East Coast, I can guess that's the location of this seaport. I welcome any guesses.

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Apparently Betty took a trip with friends for a few days. Not many shots were taken, but I will post a few more shots of her friends on there girl get-away.

UPDATE: Thanks to Intense Guy I now know these shots were taken at Mystic Seaport in Mystic, Connecticut.

And now, in honor of the linemen in the Sepia Saturday prompt...