The EYES Are the Windows to This Girls Soul

If you saw the previous post you will recognize this little girl. You will also recognize that no matter where she goes trouble follows.

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When DISASTER HITS THE BEDROOM!

When I saw this week's Sepia Saturday image I knew exactly what photo I wanted to post. Disaster? You want to see a disaster? I've got a disaster for you. The problem became, "Where did I put that shot?" Some photos are nicely filed away if they are to be part of a series, others not so lucky. This one took awhile, which meant I got to sort, which meant I got to peruse, which meant I got to say, "Oh, I'd forgotten about this one."

There are only two legitimate reasons for what appears in this photo. Two! No more than two!

1. This is Hurricane Hannah who had nightly swirling toys in her bedroom. When you turn on the lights everything settles around her. Turn off the lights and it's all swirling again. Hannah lives in Kansas so this is pretty normal stuff.

2. This is Magnetic Mabel. Mabel's mom has given up asking her to clean her room. In fact her mom has asked her to stay in her room because whenever Mabel leaves her room this stuff follows her...and then everything else metal in the house follows her. Neighborhood kids think it's cool when Mabel comes out the door with the Mixmaster and toaster oven—with her dad's toast inside—tagging along behind her.

I'm sure you can come up with your own reasons as to why this little girl is cornered by her toys.

It's a disaster I tell you! A complete disaster!

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The DOLLS UNDER THE TREE

This is page 23 in Tattered and Lost: Forgotten Dolls.


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CHRISTMAS EVE...

all is calm.

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AFTER THE TREE is gone...

there's still a little bit of Christmas left behind.

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And for me, I'll take the Navajo rug!

DOLLS, they're a category: Part 6

At first glance you might not think I've stayed with the Sepia Saturday theme with these vintage snapshots. You'd be wrong.

Take a close look and you'll see two little girls in the middle of each shot holding up paper doll folders. I can clearly see in this first shot that the girl on the left is holding up Patty and Sue made by Saalfield in 1944. I don't know what the other girl is holding. I'll be counting on eagle eyed paper doll collectors to fill in any blanks.

Any idea what paper doll the girl on the right is holding?

The occasion for these shots was the first birthday for the sweet little babe in the front being held up by her mom.

Of course as a paper doll collector I have to wonder who the illustrator was of each set. I'd like to say I know, but I don't. I will take a guess that the one on the left might have been by Jean Morse.

To see part of a beautiful set by Jean Morse visit my other site, Tattered and Lost Ephemera.

SECOND in line

Hand-me-downs. Sometimes it's clothes. Sometimes it's toys. Whatever it is, you just hope if you're second, third, or whatever in line is that what you get still has some resemblance to what it originally was. In this photo...ummm...not so sure.

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Body language can say a lot. I think a lot could be said here. The little girl on the right, with her pretty little new looking doll, is keeping her distance from the one on the left with the ummm...the ummmm...what is it that kid's holding? It has legs. It surely has legs, but I don't see a head. Could that explain the smile on that child's face? Does that child have a slightly maniacal laugh? I'm just asking? Me thinks somebody is getting the fuzzy end of the lollipop.

And yes, I also collect vernacular photographs of children with toys. It's usually little girls with dolls. Little boys usually are holding guns. I'm just sayin'.

MERRY CHRISTMAS grandma and grandpa

Usually in old found photos with children there's at least one child that is blurred. Blurred forever through time. Everyone else is posed stiffly, either smiling or looking somber. And then there's that one child who just wouldn't stand still. Here on the other hand it appears the photographer was a little tipsy with Christmas cheer and moved just enough to make the whole scene become a bit ghostly, even a little like a seance. Sweet little girls posed with their fun toys, their message to grandma and grandpa neatly printed on their chalkboard, and then ol' dad just couldn't keep it together. Let's hope he took a second that was in focus. I hate to think of the disappointment they all felt when the photo came back from being processed. Perhaps this is why this one was thrown away. Somewhere, somebody has one in focus.