Showing posts with label vintage snapshot. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vintage snapshot. Show all posts

11/29/15

TEENS


I have no idea if any of these girls are the women featured in other photos. I'm guessing old friends of Charlette.


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Tattered and Lost: Forgotten Dolls

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SHARP DRESSED Family


I like to imagine they were at Charlette and Edgar's wedding.


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New book available on Amazon in a few days.
Tattered and Lost: Forgotten Dolls

This one is for those who love dolls!

7/9/14

The PEOPLE GATHERED to see A BOAT


It's a boat. A nice looking boat. But what boat? Where was this boat? What is the story of this boat? I have not found anything about it online. No other photos looking like it. Hopefully someone has an idea of where we can search next.


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And the photo in its reconstructed completeness. A day in the park with the band and a boat.


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This is actually a very worn negative and no matter how much I enlarge it I can't bring in the boat details any clearer. It is what it is and we just have to enjoy it and wonder.

6/26/14

Ready for the EASTER PARADE


Well past this years Easter Parade, but definitely set for next years.


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One of these young ladies is Betty Schnabel's mother, Louise Bigelow Schnabel. I'm thinking the one on the right.

Surely makes my paper plate hat with the construction paper flowers look a little shabby.

6/25/14

SNAIL MAIL can be the best surprise


On January 11th of this year I posted this photo as an example of another Time-Traveling-Celebrity. I don't think I'm the only one who thinks this dapper gentleman looks like actor Alan Cumming. The photo was available on ebay and when it sold to someone I hoped it had gone to a good home, someone who appreciated the fact that Alan Cumming had been caught in the past while researching a role or possibly just taking an unusual vacation. I think you might figure out where this is going.


To say the least I was dumbstruck when I opened my mail several weeks ago and found Alan looking up at me. Katherine from Photobooth Journal had bought him for me. I'm still stunned by it. It was such an incredibly kind thing to do and I've told her so several times. So again, thank you Katherine, you're a very special lady.

So Alan has been added to my Time-Traveling collection. It's so much fun to find someone sneaking around in the past thinking they'll get away with it. Being a celebrity has so many perks we lowly unknown will never experience. I'm at least happy that some of them have been caught.

And visit Katherine and enjoy her 41 year Photobooth Project. She has a wonderful collection from her own life and tons of fun images of all those lovely people from the past.

5/13/14

The BIGELOW FAMILY lived here


912 Queen Anne Avenue in Seattle, Washington is where the Bigelow family lived. That's all the information I have about this lonely looking house with it's wintry trees. It appears that a trolley passed by on the tracks in the street.


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Does the house still exist? Sadly it doesn't. Type in the address in Google Maps and you'll see how boring the neighborhood looks. Nothing but large nondescript boring apartment buildings. The tracks in the street are also gone.

As to the Bigelow family? I have no idea. They were apparently friends of Betty Schnabel's mother since this image is from Betty's collection.

UPDATE:  Thanks to Mike Brubaker at TempoSenzaTempo we can now add a bit of life to the old house:
In 1901 it was listed for the first time as the residence of Mr. Isaac N. Bigelow, a builder and contractor, and later the president of Bigelow Investment Co. He lived there with his wife, Emmeline and daughter Clara. All born in Canada, Isaac in 1838, Emmeline in 1848, and Clara in 1870.
UPDATE: Thanks to reader Natalie K we have the following information:
According to the 1900 census, the family lived at 1509 Third Avenue. Isaac was listed as a banker and a dozen or so people roomed at the address. They had lived there for some time as they are listed there in the 1891 city directory and in the same general block in 1885, when Isaac is listed as a carpenter.
Also, he is profiled in a book of memoirs of pioneer of Seattle: "Isaac N. Bigelow, one of the builders of the city of Seattle, is a native of King county, Nova Scotia, born on the 15th of May, 1838... Came to Seattle in 1875.... He has erected many residences on his property and also built the Bigelow block on Pike Street and another large building on Second avenue and Union Streets. He married Emeline Davidson, of the same place and with whom he attended school. At the time it was written (not sure yet when), his son David was a mineral expert and assayer in Cedoras Isl. Mexico and E. Victor was a congregational ministor in Lowell, MA. Clara lived at home with her parents.
They had two other children, David Edward born about 1864 and Edwin Victor born about 1866. 
And click here to see a photo of the Counterbalance streetcar which appears to be going right by the Bigelow house. Great find Natalie! Thank you!

UPDATE: Mike and Natalie both spurred me on to do a little digging myself. Hoping to find a photo of Issac or family members, I was saddened to find no images, but did find the following information that I copied from the Lewis Publishing Company site. I haven't made corrections in the copy other than a few places where numerals had space around them in dates. I hope in the future someone finds a photo to contribute to this post.
ISAAC N. BIGELOW 
Isaac N. Bigelow, one of the builders of the city of Seattle, is a native of King county, Nova Scotia, born on the 15th of May, 1838. He represents one of the oldest families of this country, tracing his ancestry back to John Bigelow, who emigrated from Essex county, England, to Massachusetts, in 1630. He was a freeholder and a select man of Watertown, a member of  the Congregational church and died on the 14th of July, 1703, at the age of eighty-six years. His son, Samuel Bigelow, born in Watertown, in 1653, was proprietor of an inn and one of the influential men of the community. He serv'ed as a sergeant in the militia and represented his town in the general court. His will bears date 1720. His son, Isaac Bigelow, born in Watertown in 1691, held a commission from the governor as sergeant of the colonial militia and his death occurred in 1744. His son, Isaac Bigelow, Jr., the next in line of succession, was born in Colchester, Connecticut, on the 4th of May, 171 3, and removed to Nova Scotia, where he received land grants from the government for settling there, but later he returned to Colchester, Connecticut, and reared his family there. He died in 1792. His son, Amasa Bigelow, the great-grandfather of our subject, was born in Colchester, Connecticut, in 1755, was a ship carpenter and lost his life by accident in 1799. He married Roxana Cone and their son, Ebenezer Bigelow, was born in Cornwall, Nova Scotia, about the year 1779. The latter married Nancy Rand in 1804 and died in 1860. He was also a ship builder and became a very prominent representative of that department of industrial activity. His son, David Bigelow, the father of our subject, was born in 1813, married Martha Jane Weaver, and died in 1847, the age of thirty-four years. He had learned the ship-builder's trade under the direction of his father, carried on a large and successful business and was highly esteemed by all who knew him. His wife departed this life in the fifty-ninth year of her age. She was the mother of seven children, of whom four are living, three being residents of the Pacific coast, namely: H. Allen of Oakland, California; Rebecca, who is living in Seattle; and the subject of this review. 
Isaac N. Bigelow obtained his education in the public schools of his native town and in early life learned the carpenter's trade. Lor a number of  years he was engaged with his brother Benjamin in ship-building and remained in the east until 1875, at which time he came to Seattle, where he became identified with the business interests of the city as a contractor and builder. His marked skill in that vocation and his honorable business methods soon secured him an extensive patronage, whereby his labors became very profitable. As his financial resources increased he made extensive investments in real estate and purchased and platted what is known as Bigelow's addition to the city. He also platted Bigelow's second addition and the Lake Union addition, all of which have become greatly improved, being transformed into residence districts of the city. Both before and since the great fire in Seattle in 1889 Mr. Bigelow has been extensively engaged in building in this city, his labor in this direction, however, being largely the improvement of his own property. He built and owned one of the largest sawmills north of San Francisco but later, selling his interest in the property for thirty thousand dollars, he invested that amount in the Seattle Dime Savings Bank, of which he was the president and principal stockholder for four years. At the expiration of that time he was obliged to suspend, but he has the gratification of having paid one hundred cents on the dollar. Honesty has ever been one of the salient features of his character and no one can say aught that is detrimental concerning his business life. He has erected many residences on his property and also built the Bigelow block on Pike street and another large building on Second avenue and Union streets. He is now living retired with a good competency and makes his home in a nice residence at No. 912 Queen Ann avenue. He is an active and valued member of the Congregational church, in which he is serving as a trustee and deacon and also as superintendent of the Sunday-school. He takes an active and acceptable part in all church work and his labors in that behalf have been very effective. He has also contributed in large measure to the improvement and progress of Seattle and obtained the first street railway franchise. He also secured the paving of Pike street with brick and in many ways has contributed to the substantial improvement of the city. He is a Master Mason, having been made a member of the craft in Nova Scotia in 1863.

Li the same year Mr. Bigelow was married to Miss Emeline Davidson, also a native of King county, with wdiom in youth he attended the same school. Their union has been blessed with two sons and a claugliter : David E., a mineral expert and assayer now in Cedoras Island, Mexico; E. Victor, a Congregational minister, now serving as pastor of Elliott church, in Lowell, Massachusetts ; and Clara M., who is at home with her parents. Rev. Bigelow is a graduate of Washington University and also of Yale College and has taken a post-graduate course in Harvard College. Mrs. Bigelow, like her husband, is actively engaged in church work, and both are most highly respected by a host of friends in Seattle. His purpose has ever been commendable, his actions manly, his conduct sincere and above all his life has been influenced by a sense of conscientious obligation concerning his relations to his fellow men and his duties of citizenship. (Source: Lewis Publishing Company)
UPDATE: More wonderful information from Natalie!
I kept digging last night. I believe you said in an earlier post that Betty Schnabel's mother was Louise Bigelow Schnabel. Louise was the daughter of David E. Bigelow, who was the son of Isaac and Emeline Bigelow. So the house belonged to Betty's great grandparents and her great aunt Clara.
I couldn't fint any photos of Isaac and Emeline but did find one newspaper account that included a photo of Clara when she was older, in 1950. She never married and lived on that block the rest of her life.
(SOURCE: West Seattle Hearld. June 22, 1950)

5/11/14

The TREE, the house, and the family


People who lived comfortable lives often took staged photos of their homes with family members scattered about. Of course people who lived in shacks on the prairie also took photos, but the family members were generally grouped together since the houses were so small. But the wealthy spread themselves around the property.

This is a confusing photo because I'm not sure if they took it for the house or the tree? I'm thinking the tree. Why are the family members placed like something from connect the dots? The tree was probably pretty darn expensive and a special addition to their property, and most likely not native to wherever this was taken. Personally I'd rather see a closeup of that stained glass window on the far left.


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This vintage snapshot is on the same photobook page as the tea time with the captain in my previous post. In other words, this is also from the Betty Schnabel estate.

5/9/14

A MUD PIE tea party


I always enjoy when I find a photo of a tea party, especially a children's version. I'll leave it to you decide which party you'd have chosen to attend.

This first image was found at an antique store with no information on the back. It is featured in my book Tattered and Lost: Vernacular Photographs.


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This image is from Betty Schnabel's mother's photo album. Sadly there's no information given about any of the photos in the album so we have to create our own stories and hope Betty would approve.


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The inspiration for this post is the Sepia Saturday prompt this week. It was tempting to do wicker. I love showing the power of wicker. I felt a bit of mud and tea was more appropriate.

5/2/14

The DANCE OF THE LAUNDRY


It's Saturday, laundry day. Sometimes Sunday is laundry day if Saturday looks as if there won't be enough sun or breeze to dry things on the line.

I love hanging laundry on the line. People these days think that's odd. Whole communities prevent people from hanging out their laundry. Children have grown up never knowing the fun of running amongst sheets hanging on the line. They are used to hearing the dryer running and not the sounds of a spring morning as you do a repetitive task without thinking.

I believe those of us who love the flapping of a white sheet in the sun can easily see the movement as dance. So, in honor of the Sepia Saturday prompt this week, I give you Laundry Dancing.


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Must have been AN INTERESTING NEIGHBORHOOD


Another house from long ago Minnesota. Was this style of house painting done by lots of people in Minnesota or just a particular neighborhood. I find it fascinating.


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I also finding it fascinating that none of these houses (I'm including the one from a previous post) have railings on their front steps. Now, I know it gets icy in Minnesota and those are cement steps. Wouldn't a railing make sense? What do I know, I live in California.


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5/1/14

Did someone say TURKEYS?


The most turkeys I've ever seen grouped together in the front yard was around eight-five. That only happens at certain times of the year, specifically the springtime. I think you can guess why. It's like a bad night at a sleazy bar when they all get together. You feel sorry for the young males because they're not even allowed to fan their tails and parade.

I have one turkey I call Norman who was most likely born last year. He's too young to fan dance so he comes and sits quietly on my front lawn in the shade by himself. A year ago I had two males I called Frank and Beans. Frank knew his name and would come running when I called him, Beans was younger and hadn't fully grasped that the old woman with the container of seed was his friend. I try to not get emotionally attached to my turkeys because there are things that go bump in the night. If you've never heard a flock of turkeys screaming in the middle of the night be glad.

As to the male turkeys in this slide…if they all started talking at once…a cacophony of birds…with the help of a little auto tuning and a repetitive beat…sure fire hit on iTunes.


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4/30/14

LITTLE PINK and blue HOUSE FOR YOU AND ME


This sweet little house was, or possibly still is, somewhere in Minnesota don't cha know. I have to give the owner a standing ovation for going to this extreme in painting their house. Not satisfied with the cookie color houses nearby, they took it upon themselves to make a sweet statement. I dare say it's "precious" and that's not a word I even use for babies. Make sure to look at it larger so you see the little pink and blue picket fence. Is it precious? You betcha!


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4/22/14

The Buckaroo and Buckarette STAGECOACH HOLD-UP!


This photo was originally supposed to be in my book Tattered and Lost: Buckaroos and Buckarettes until I saw it in the proof. The image just didn't work, the details got lost. So I replaced it with the image of the boy with the fort. But I love this shot. You are only seeing a portion of it. I wanted to highlight the details of this diorama probably built by some kid in their backyard. I'm very glad someone had the good sense to take a photo of it. I so want to be a kid again playing in the backyard with my imagination running wild.

Enjoy!


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4/21/14

JUMBLED MESS for a Buckaroo and Buckarette


Mike Brubaker from TempoSenzaTempo made a comment yesterday about the image of the boy playing with his fort, indians, and cowboys. The problem he pointed out was that the toys always ended up in a jumbled mess with a little "cross pollination" going on with all the little plastic figures. I think the photo below illustrates his point. This image did not make it into Tattered and Lost: Buckaroos and Buckarettes.


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4/20/14

MARX TOYS for Buckaroos and Buckarettes


When I was around 5 or 6 I remember the boy across the street had the Roy Rogers Chuck Wagon made by the Louis Marx Company. I loved that chuck wagon. I coveted that chuck wagon. I STILL want that chuck wagon.

The set came with all sorts of accessories, including all the pots and pans that were kept in the back of the wagon. You can see one here on ebay (the link of course will not work once the item is sold). Marx made a lot of toys I either wanted or in some cases had.
Among the most enduring Marx creations were a long series of boxed "playsets" throughout the 1950s and 1960s based on television shows and historical events. These include "Walt Disney's Davy Crockett At The Alamo", "Gunsmoke", "Wagon Train", "Battle Of The Blue and Grey", "The Revolutionary War", "Tales Of Wells Fargo", "The Untouchables", "Robin Hood", "The Battle Of The Little Big Horn", "Arctic Explorer", "Ben Hur", "Fort Apache", "Johnny Tremain", and many others.

Playsets included highly detailed plastic figures and accessories, many with some of the toy world's finest tin lithography. A Marx playset box was invariably bursting with contents, yet very few were ever priced above the average of $4–$7. Greatly expanded sets, such as "Giant Ben Hur" sold for $10 to $12 in the early 1960s. This pricing formula adhered to the Marx policy of "more for less" and made the entire series attainable to most customers for many years. Original sets are highly prized by baby boomer collectors to this day. Collector's books titled "Boy Toys" and "The Big Toy Box At Sears" feature the original advertisements for many of these sets and are well worth having as a visual reference. (SOURCE: Wikipedia)
This little fella with his fort, wagons, cowboys, and indians was in seventh heaven and obviously one of his parents wanted to capture what he'd created. He too is in my book Tattered and Lost: Buckaroos and Buckarettes.

4/19/14

Buckaroos and Buckarettes - HERO OR SIDEKICK?


If you were a buckaroo or buckarette as a kid were you the hero or the sidekick? In other words, were you Roy Rogers or Gabby Hayes? I think most of us probably were a bit of both, depending on the game at hand.

One of my favorite sidekicks was Jack Elam in Support Your Local Sheriff. It was a farce, but it makes me laugh every time I watch it.

The photo below is also from Tattered and Lost: Buckaroos and Buckarettes. I think of this little fella as a perfect sidekick.

4/17/14

HARVESTING THE CROPS and Buckaroos and Buckarettes


My submission for this week's Sepia Saturday is a rather lovely scene of "gardening" on a larger scale than the Sepia photo. Sadly the photo is not in good shape, but it still reminds me of a sketch that might have been done for an old painting. I have no idea where it might have been taken, but imagine the architecture of the houses would be a good clue. If anyone has any suggestions I'd love to hear them. Click on the image to see it larger.


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Buckaroos and Buckarettes

The second part of my post is a repost from a couple days ago introducing the latest book in my Tattered and Lost series.

Do you have memories of riding the range though you never left your neighborhood? You might have been a buckaroo or buckarette.

Do you remember thinking you could vanquish the bad guys with a song in your heart and a six-gun on your hip? You might have been a buckaroo or buckarette.

Do you remember singing Happy Trails and knowing all the words? You might have been a buckaroo or buckarette.

Introducing the latest volume in the Tattered and Lost series of vintage snapshot books available at Amazon. Tattered and Lost: Buckaroos and Buckarettes should easily fill that void of forgotten memories when all kids dreamt of joining their heroes Roy, Gene, Hoppy, and Annie. You'll smile, you'll laugh, you'll wonder how you ever lost the dream.

Need a special gift for someone? Tattered and Lost: Buckaroos and Buckarettes might just be what you're looking for. Sure to start conversations for people of any age.

104 pages with 94 photos, available at Amazon. Photos from the early part of the 20th Century through the early 1960s.





4/15/14

BUCKAROOS AND BUCKARETTES


Do you have memories of riding the range though you never left your neighborhood? You might have been a buckaroo or buckarette.

Do you remember thinking you could vanquish the bad guys with a song in your heart and a six-gun on your hip? You might have been a buckaroo or buckarette.

Do you remember singing Happy Trails and knowing all the words? You might have been a buckaroo or buckarette.

Introducing the latest volume in the Tattered and Lost series of vintage snapshot books available at Amazon. Tattered and Lost: Buckaroos and Buckarettes should easily fill that void of forgotten memories when all kids dreamt of joining their heroes Roy, Gene, Hoppy, and Annie. You'll smile, you'll laugh, you'll wonder how you ever lost the dream.

Need a special gift for someone? Tattered and Lost: Buckaroos and Buckarettes might just be what you're looking for. Sure to start conversations for people of any age.

104 pages with 94 photos, available at Amazon. Photos from the early part of the 20th Century through the early 1960s.





3/28/14

BEFORE the flooding


We need to think about the changes coming. Many of us already see them. There are fewer butterflies, fewer frogs, seasons come sooner than expected. And flooding, flooding is coming. I don't expect the waters to get high at my house, I'm far enough from the river to not worry. But my home could become an island. It's happened before when we had to drive a long distance to go a short distance. The area between here and there was covered in water. It was inconvenient, for some it was devastating. It won't happen soon. For now the drought dries up the river and everything in it. Fewer butterflies, fewer frogs, swimming holes gone.

The reservoir that now covers the south end of the old family ranch is now void of water. My father could once again walk the land he walked as a boy.

The prompt for Sepia Saturday this week is open to interpretation, as they always are. I see the calm before the storm.

I will leave you with this lovely farm with the river in the distance and the promise that flooding is coming, we just don't know when.


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3/21/14

Stiff as a STATUE


If you live in a large city you probably have statues around that you barely notice anymore. And as time goes by fewer and fewer people even know the stories that go with the statues. And then they just become those places birds sit and leave their calling cards.

With Sepia Saturday having statues as a theme this week I dove into some of the slides from the Betty Schnabel estate. I don't know if these were taken by Betty or her dad, Donald G. Schnabel.

These slides are from a European tour they went on in August of 1949. Great shots? No. They're two guys on horses then some guys on a bridge. Not exciting, but let's think back on when they were first commissioned. How excited was the sculptor? And the unveiling? Did it go well? Were there critics in the crowd calling for the head of the sculptor?

The world spins around busily changing before the eyes of the statues. They're history stuck in or out of time. Cars zoom by with the drivers barely even noticing the guys on horseback. And what of the horses? Were they generic or specific to the guy on their back? Well, none of them are Trigger so I'm not going to worry about it.

First stop, the Hague. This statue is at the Noordeinde Palace and is of William the Silent. I'm guessing that's a pretty accurate description of ol' William. Should he start talking out in the middle of traffic there would surely be some pileups.


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William I, Prince of Orange (24 April 1533 – 10 July 1584), also widely known as William the Silent (Dutch: Willem de Zwijger), or more commonly known as William of Orange (Dutch: Willem van Oranje), was the main leader of the Dutch revolt against the Spanish that set off the Eighty Years' War and resulted in the formal independence of the United Provinces in 1648. He was born in the House of Nassau as Count of Nassau-Dillenburg. He became Prince of Orange in 1544 and is thereby the founder of the branch House of Orange-Nassau and the ancestor of the monarchy of the Netherlands.
A wealthy nobleman, William originally served the Habsburgs as a member of the court of Margaret of Parma, governor of the Spanish Netherlands. Unhappy with the centralisation of political power away from the local estates and with the Spanish persecution of Dutch Protestants, William joined the Dutch uprising and turned against his former masters. The most influential and politically capable of the rebels, he led the Dutch to several successes in the fight against the Spanish. Declared an outlaw by the Spanish king in 1580, he was assassinated by Balthasar Gérard (also written as "Gerardts") in Delft in 1584. (SOURCE: Wikipedia)
Next two stops are in Rome. The first is of Giuseppe Garibaldi.


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The Equestrian monument dedicated to Giuseppe Garibaldi is an imposing equestrian statue placed in Rome on the highest point of the Janiculum hill. It was released by Emilio Gallori in 1895, and has been referred by the title "the Hero of the Two Worlds". 
The monument consists of a bronze statue portraying the hero riding a horse, which is placed on a big marble base; on each side are engraved the allegorical figures of Europe and America and bas-relieves which commemorate the landing in Marsala, the resistance of Boiada, the defence of Rome and the group of liberty. On the steps up right the monument Ettore Ferrari had created a crown, in order to remember that Garibaldi was the first Master of Italian Freemasonry. During Fascism it was replaced by fascist symbols and a copy of it was put in place only in 1943. The monument was inaugurated on September 20, 1895 by Enrico Gallori. The placement of the monument gave rise to several politic interpretations, as it was inaugurated in the period when relationships between the Kingdom of Italy and the Holy See were still suspended. The official version declared that the Hero directs his own glance to the Vatican. After the Lateran Treaty in 1929, the statue was turned to Janiculum for want of Vatican itself. A very popular roman legend underlines that, in this way, now the horse offers its back to the Holy See. The monument has been restored by the Municipality of Rome in 1990. (SOURCE: Wikipedia)
And then there are the statues on the Ponte Sant'Angelo leading to Hadrian's tomb. Alas, old Hadrian moved out long ago when the place was sacked in 410. The guy is blowing in the wind. Think of that the next time the doctor tells you to take a deep breath. First look around, then say, "Please, please…no Hadrian today."


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Ponte Sant'Angelo, once the Aelian Bridge or Pons Aelius, meaning the Bridge of Hadrian, is a Roman bridge in Rome, Italy, completed in 134 AD by Roman Emperor Hadrian, to span the Tiber, from the city center to his newly constructed mausoleum, now the towering Castel Sant'Angelo. The bridge is faced with travertine marble and spans the Tiber with three arches; it was approached by means of ramp from the river. The bridge is now solely pedestrian, and provides a photogenic vista of the Castel Sant'Angelo. It links the rioni of Ponte (which was named after the bridge itself), and Borgo.

In times past, pilgrims used this bridge to reach St Peter's Basilica, hence it was known also with the name of "bridge of Saint Peter" (pons Sancti Petri). In the seventh century, under Pope Gregory I, both the castle and the bridge took on the name Sant'Angelo, explained by a legend that an angel appeared on the roof of the castle to announce the end of the plague. During the 1450 jubilee, balustrades of the bridge yielded, due to the great crowds of the pilgrims, and many drowned in the river. In response, some houses at the head of the bridge as well as a Roman triumphal arch were pulled down in order to widen the route for pilgrims.

For centuries after the 16th century, the bridge was used to expose the bodies of the executed. In 1535, Pope Clement VII allocated the toll income of the bridge to erecting the statues of the apostles saint Peter and Saint Paul to which subsequently the four evangelists and the patriarchs were added to other representing statues Adam, Noah, Abraham, and Moses. In 1669 Pope Clement IX commissioned replacements for the aging stucco angels by Raffaello da Montelupo, commissioned by Paul III. Bernini's program, one of his last large projects, called for ten angels holding instruments of the Passion: he personally only finished the two originals of the Angels with the Superscription "I.N.R.I." and with the Crown of Thorns, but these were kept by Clement IX for his own pleasure. They are now in the church of Sant'Andrea delle Fratte, also in Rome. (SOURCE: Wikipedia)
UPDATE: I really should have put this in the post to begin with. My favorite statue when I lived in Los Angeles was Bullwinkle Moose. Yes, THE Bullwinkle. He stood out front of the Jay Ward studio. The first time I saw him it was love at first sight. Alas, Bullwinkle has been removed in need of repairs. He was just one of the colorful sites on Sunset Blvd. I'll miss you Moose, just like I'll forever miss Tower Records. Let's raise a glass to Bullwinkle and his alma mater Whatsamatter U.