SUMMERTIME: Part 14

Summertime is nearly over. Months of anticipation down to weeks. Fall will soon be here. Some leaves have already started to turn. Soon the abundance of color will be upon us.

So let's end this summertime series with three "familiar" people, the Kallman family.

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Little George Kallman has his back to us. Lorena Aina Beck Kallman stares at the camera, her daughter Gladys by her side. There's no indication as to where on when this shot was taken. I imagine it was taken by Alfred Kallman, the patriarch of the family.

Water is a big part of summer. We play in it, we refresh ourselves on a hot day with it, we long for it when the ground is parched in the summer sun. And we create memories with it.

A warm summer afternoon playing in a stream. Good times. Good times.

SUMMERTIME: Part 7

Summertime is spending the day by the river without a phone.

Tomorrow: letting go

Ship shape AT THE SHORE

Last week, on Sepia Saturday, I featured photos from a trip two fellows, Bill and Dick, took across the United States in 1914. This week I begin with another photo from that album, then, using the theme of going to the beach/coast/shore, I give you a variety of folks having fun in the sun.

This first shot was taken on May 16th in Atlantic City, New Jersey. That is Dick in the cart. The journal entry says that you could rent one of these carts for 30 cents an hour. It's depressing to think about.

I remember going to Atlantic City as a child. I fondly remember the boardwalk and the beach; I have no recollection of people being pushed in carts.

The rest of these are nothing more than glimpses of past beachwear from the early 20th century to the late 1950s or early '60s.

And last, but certainly not least...I just don't know. Prison uniforms, cult, or beachwear? I'm thinking if these outfits got wet they took a very long time to dry and could easily take you down in a riptide. What would they think of the beachwear today?

Mr. Roberts and A LADY

This is Mr. Roberts feelin' frisky with a lady....next to Mr. Roberts with a pipe...next to the civilian...who is next to the sailor...who is next to the woman...who is next to the sailor...who is above the parrot...which is next to the medal...on the page of Mr. Roberts scrapbook.

There will be a test, so pay attention.

This is AS FAR AS I GO

It took me a long time to be able to do handstands and cartwheels. Then I had this brief period where I could do them easily and now the fear of breaking something makes me not even ponder the thought. You get to a certain age and the ground just looks too far away with too many consequences.

This photo was taken at Venice Beach, California so don't get it confused with THE Venice. Nope, this is the famous little town on the western edge of Los Angeles. You can read about Venice here. The Venice in this photo and the Venice of today have little resemblance other than people still go there to do whacky things and be photographed.

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I imagine doing tumbling of any sort in these suits was a challenge, especially if they were wet. But then you don't ever really see people swimming in these things. Wading seems to be the most they ever did. Go to the beach and wade. Take a picnic and wade. 

"Don't go in the water at least an hour after eating. Okay, half-an-hour. Alright, 15 minutes. Wait 15 minutes or you might get a cramp and drown." Where did that ever come from? Do people still say it to their kids? How many of us managed to go in before the hour and are still here to see another day? Raise your hands if you survived swimming on a full stomach. Thank you.