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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WHAT DID YOU DO this weekend?

Oh, nothing much. Just hung around.

BAD SPORTS PHOTOGRAPHY 101

Hard to believe, but I was on the yearbook staff in high school as a photographer. I never took one shot. I'm the sort of person who likes to observe, but not be observed. Well, a female photographer running around campus, especially at my school with it's horrific pecking order, would have been very uncomfortable. I tried to stay as invisible as possible the 4 years I was incarcerated. If I had taken photos, especially sports photos, they would have looked like this. Okay, probably they would have all had their backs to the camera so actually the person who shot this is a better sports photographer than I ever would have been.


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So what sport are they playing? And is there a guy named "Spot" or are we supposed to "spot" Allen Hill? Not quite sure. You'll have to enlarge the shot to figure out the sport.

This weeks Sepia Saturday's image shows Dinah Shore and Burt Bacharach playing tennis, thus my sport theme. The closest I can come is this shot of Frank Sinatra dressed for golf. The shot was purchased at an estate sale many years ago. I'm guessing the person who took this shot told the story of the moment over and over and over again. Their "encounter" with old blue eyes.





And again, I apologize for not fully participating in visiting other Sepia Saturday posters. I think I have narrowed down the huge sucking sound I hear from my bandwidth. I believe it's due to a piece of cloud software I recently installed. I am on a satellite connection with limited monthly usage. I've barely been online and the usage level still shows very high. It stupidly never dawned on me that hooking up to the "cloud" was going to obviously cause this problem. A client had requested I install it. I've reset some preferences and hope to see the numbers dropping. Then again...maybe I've got a neighbor hacking into my router. Who knows? Sometimes I just want to run away from computers...but not before checking my email.