Polite daughters in front of Guernsey Cow sign

This is another nice photo from my grandmother’s photo albums taken in the Fall of 1941. My Aunt Saundra and mother, Wanda, stand out along the Lincoln Highway (Rte 30).

In 1941, the business was called The Exton Dairy Grille. It was these smaller cow signs advertising “Golden Guernsey” products that would prompt customers to tell friends, “I’ll meet you at the sign of the cow.” And later during World War II, patrons would tell my grandfather, Larry Polite, that he should change the name to “The Cow.” He changed it to The Guernsey Cow and when World War II ended, he built the now-famous sign.

Igår tog jag tag i ett gammalt koftprojekt som aldrig blivit färdigt. Gjorde sista delen så nu fattas bara montering och att sticka en knappremsa i fram. Tror den blir varm och fin. Ullgarnet är varmt och jag gillar inte att frysa så den kommer att användas flitigt nu när kylan kommer. Vet däremot inte var jag ska köpa knappar… Tittade på mörkblå pärlemoknappar men de var slut när jag väl skulle köpa dem.

Mönstret kommer från boken Vintage Style från Rowan och var trevligt att sticka. Jag har däremot inte använt olika färger som mönstret visar och vet inte om jag vill brodera heller. Mitt stickuppehåll gjorde det lite komplicerat att ta upp stickningen igen men det gick efter lite tänkande. 

Boken är en av mina bästa. Jag gillar nästan alla mönster och har sedan länge köpt garn till fler projekt. Ska bara ta mig tid.

Greg Nanamura is an antique collector

here are the things i liked in his collection

Pair of Sconces Coral colored enamel
Aluminum & brass
Italy, 1940s refinished

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Coat Rack & Umbrella Stand

Chrome & ebonized wood
Buenos Aires, Argentina 1950s

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Chandelier

Lightolier
Silver plate and lucite
American, 1950s

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Karl Gustav Hansen Danish (1914-unknown)

Pair of candelabras
Sterling silver
Made by Hans Hansen
Denmark, 1955
Marked: Hans Hansen Sterling
Denmark 494 ANNO 1955

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peace

Out of necessity, my maternal grandmother, Catalina, had never been a housewife. Born in Ponce, Puerto Rico, in 1916, the second of 12 children (additional siblings had died at very young ages or were stillborn), she was raised in a traditional Spanish household. Her ancestors were from Spain, some possibly from the Canary Islands. From a young age, she helped my great grandmother, Clara, with household chores and the care of her younger siblings. My great grandfather, Segundo, laid down the rules: girls didn’t wear pants, his daughters couldn’t date unchaperoned. My grandmother’s education ended around the eighth grade. Because Puerto Rico was under US rule by then, she had learned English.

I have often considered my grandmother’s upbringing in light of the woman I knew growing up: a divorced single parent living in her own apartment in Harlem in Manhattan.

Riverside Drive, north of 135th St., not far from my grandmother's apartment

Sugar cane workers resting, Rio Piedras, Puerto Rico, 1941 Dec. Delano, Jack,, 1914-, photographer., The Library of Congress

A few years later, my grandfather kept his promise. He brought her to the states, hoping to fulfill his dreams of being a batboy for the Yankees. He never did, though he remained a loyal Yankees fan until he died. “Los jankees,” he’d say in his accented English. Instead, he worked in the Waldorf Hotel’s kitchens—years later, I found silverware in her drawer stamped with the hotel’s insignia—and taught himself bookkeeping.

Sometime early on, my grandmother grew tired of his drinking and suspected he was having an affair. They separated, and my mother stayed with her. Periodically, my grandmother sent my mother back to Puerto Rico to live with her parents in Ponce for months at a time because of her job. She needed to support herself and my mother. My grandfather stayed in the picture, visiting regularly and providing money for child support.

In the 1950’s, my grandmother worked long hours stooped over a sewing machine at the Eve Stillman lingerie factory in the Garment District. She’d arrive at work in stylish dresses or suits, felt wool hats, long gloves and high heels and change to a housecoat, just as the other women did. Despite Manhattan’s cold winters with its bracing winds sweeping up from the Hudson River, she never once wore pants. In that way, she obeyed her father, who had never known temperatures below 50 degrees, no doubt.

Grandma kept a Thermos of coffee or tea by her side. She took coffee, smoking and lunch breaks, per the ladies’ garment worker union rules. In the large room surrounded by rows of industrial sewing machines and cutting table, she hand-embroidered flowers and other designs on fine cotton or silk nightgowns, camisoles and other undergarments. She sewed delicate lace and transformed thin scraps of fabric into tiny bows and straps amidst the fabric dust, hissing irons and whirring sewing machines.

Vintage Eve Stillman Cotton Camisole and Pants

My grandmother took pride in her work. Sewing was more than a means to earn a living. She made clothes for herself and my mother. She bought yards and yards of heavy fabric, which she stitched into pleated drapes and sofa pillows. For her, sewing not only saved money, it was a hobby. She looked down upon store-bought clothing. Grandma believed homemade clothing was of better quality and proved to the world that you weren’t lazy. With a careful eye, she matched seams, sewed even stitches, tailored a dart here or there, took pains to make hem stitches invisible on the right side of the fabric. In stores, she’d examine seams and sneer in Spanish, “machine made.”

For a while, two of my grandmother’s sisters also moved from Puerto Rico to live New York. Mostly, though, my grandmother had no family around her, except her ex-husband. She enrolled my mother in boarding school—St. John’s Villa Academy elementary school—a ferry’s ride from Manhattan. She knew that my mother would be safe under the watchful eyes of the nuns. My mother, though, was not one to hold her tongue. After the first week in school, my mother was moved to the next grade. “She told us she already knew how to read and knew everything,” a nun told my grandmother upon arrival on Friday to pick her up.

When my grandmother told me these stories, half in Spanish, half in English, her hands were always occupied: making arroz con pollo or other Puerto Rican dish, knitting a sweater, crocheting a blanket, stitching on buttons, and always, a cigarette perched on her lips. The wispy smoke would drift upwards into her hazel eyes. I was riveted and asked her to tell me these stories again and again. Her life had become my own, some of the patterns repeated in mine. Perhaps these tales would help me adjust to my own circumstances.

I admit this: I also loved hearing about the stories she told about my mother when she was a little girl. I was amazed that my mother talked back at the nuns. She rebelled, answered the nun with sarcastic retorts, failed classes. We’d gone to the same boarding school. And yet. I emerged complaisant and quiet and fearful. She had driven the nuns crazy doing what seemed to me outrageous acts: reading novels hidden within her textbooks during class, chewing gum, getting demerits, sitting in detention. I had endured punishments as well, though never for any behavior remotely close to hers. I didn’t dare.

My mother and I did share one thing about boarding school: We both hated it.

This photo is a found photo that was in with a group from Michigan.  I have no idea on the date and can only guess based on some of the other Michigan photos - 1940?

mens Hollywood jacket from the 1940s, rayon, button front, patch waist pockets and one chest pocket, button-trimmed cuffs, peach colored satin lining, made by Field & Stream, Gordon & Ferguson Inc, St Paul, Minn, fits size 38-40, very good condition with small tears in the lining, one discreet repair at the left cuff, $115

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Vintage in Style has got a range of lush patent leather handbags ranging from about $50-200. Perfect to dress up any gorgeous vintage goddess outfit.

This email has done the rounds before, but I think it is spot on… so much so that I’m blogging it for those who haven’t seen it before. “Well done” to whoever first put it together - It’s a good ‘un!

TO ALL MY FRIENDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE 1940’s, 50’s, 60’s and 70’s…

First, we survived being born to mothers who lived in houses made of asbestos. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese, raw egg products, loads of bacon and processed meat, tuna from a can

Then after that trauma, our baby cots were covered with bright colored lead-based paints.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets or shoes

As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.

We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.

Take away food was limited to fish and chips, no pizza shops, McDonalds, KFC, Subway or Nandos.

Even though all the shops closed at 6.00pm and didn’t open on the weekends, somehow we didn’t starve to death!

We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.

We could collect old drink bottles and cash them in at the corner store and buy Toffees, Gobstoppers, Bubble Gum and some bangers to blow up frogs with.

We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank soft drinks with sugar in it, but we weren’t overweight because……

WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!!

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.

No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of old prams and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. We built tree houses and dens and played in river beds with matchbox cars.

We did not have Playstations, Nintendo Wii, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 999 channels on SKY, No video/DVD films, No mobile phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms…..

…..WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no
Lawsuits from these accidents.

Only girls had pierced ears!

We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.

You could only buy Easter Eggs and Hot Cross Buns at Easter time…

We were given air guns and catapults for our 10th birthdays,

We rode bikes or walked to a friend’s house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them!

Mum didn’t have to go to work to help dad make ends meet!

RUGBY and CRICKET had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn’t had to learn to deal with disappointment.

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of.
They actually sided with the law!

Our parents didn’t invent stupid names for their kids like ‘Kiora’ and ‘Blade’ and ‘Ridge’ and ‘Vanilla’

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO
DEAL WITH IT ALL!

And YOU are one of them!
CONGRATULATIONS!

You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives for our own good.

And while you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave their parents were.

I am tormented by the gorgeous pair of mary janes Christina wears on her Candyman video! Look at the perfect shape! The sexy heel, cute buckle, the ingenious positioning of the strap. That delicate sexy curve of the heel and the back of the shoe! Pure perfection.

What torments me is that I can’t find them from anywhere! I expect them to be Louboutins as that’s all she ever wears, but all the Louboutin mary janes I can find are a totally different shape.

And how incredibly cute are her socks with the little bows? If anyone can tell me where I can buy the shoes or the socks please let me know!

I will not rest until I can prance around in that combination!

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1940’s Retro Candy Gift Box

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Diappointed in the quantity
It was great to see all the old time candies that I remember from when I was a kid but I was disappointed in the amount you get for the price.

Good item, a little smaller than I thought it would be
Great gift. It was just a little smaller than I thought it would be but the gift recipient loved it.

My grandparents loved this!
I bought this for my grandparents for Christmas last year. They loved it! They said it was like being back in their childhood, and many of their friends came over to sample their old favourites. There was apparently enough candy in there for lots of sharing, and I might buy this again for them this Christmas!

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• Brand: Candy Crate
• Model: 1940
• Dimensions: 3.00 pounds

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Product Description

These Retro Candy Gift Boxes are full of favorite nostalgic candy assortments from past decades. GREAT GIFT IDEA! 1940’s: Root Beer Barrels, Necco Assorted Wafers, Abba Zaba, Jumbo Mint Stick, Chic-O-sticks, Chuckles Jelly Candy, Rock Candy Crystals, BitOHoney, Tootsie Rolls, Tootsie Roll Pops, Red Hots, Teaberry Gum, Smarties, Juicy Fruit Gum, Wrigley’s Spearmint Gum, Kits Taffy, Chocolate Neccos, Sugar Daddy, Dubble Bubble Gum, Rock Candy, Black Licorice Whips, Walnettos & Mary Janes.
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Wills factory, Alexandra Parade, Glasgow - architect unknown - date 1940s?

Crikey, I am surprised - I can’t find any info on who originally designed this Glasgow landmark, or when. As you can see in the photos, it’s been recently redeveloped into a business park. Admittedly I’ve been struggling to get my paws and claws around the pages of any books, so maybe haven’t researched as hard as I could, but I’d love any more facts if you’ve got any.

I don’t even know what fags they used to make here…

I just came across this fantastic ‘How To’ video revealing the secret behind an immaculate 1940s ‘victory roll’ hairstyle! So simple and easy!

Now all I need to do is to get my hands on some ‘rats’ and start rolling!

I have Duke Ellington playing. Believe it or not I had befriended an older man who is related to my dad’s girlfriend somewhere along the line, he was suffering terribly from alzheimer’s disease, and I always had to play duke ellington around him because he thought he was back in WW2 sometimes. He told me to keep the music volume soft, or the Nazi Youth might catch us for listening to swing. He was great. He died last week. Fred was a great guy, but he was lost a while ago. This is why I’m listening to Duke Ellington.

You had plenty money, 1922
You let other women make a fool of you
Why don’t you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too

You’re sittin’ there and wonderin’ what it’s all about
You ain’t got no money, they will put you out
Why don’t you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too

If you had prepared twenty years ago
You wouldn’t be a-wanderin’ from door to door
Why don’t you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too

I fell for your jivin’ and I took you in
Now all you got to offer me’s a drink of gin
Why don’t you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too
Why don’t you do right, like some other men do?
Like some other men do

Artist: Peggy Lee
Movie: Stage Door Canteen
Release Date: 1943

Réalisateur : William Nigh

Auteur : Harvey Gates

Acteurs : Bela Lugosi; Joan Barclay; George Pembroke

Année : 1942

Genre : Thriller

SYNOPSIS :

Six volontaires japonais ont le visage modifié chirurgicalement pour ressembler en tous points à six américains riches et influents, et pour occuper leur place en sol américain. On se débarrasse des six américains, et on met en prison le docteur Melcher, celui qui a réalisé les opérations sur les six japonais. Mais Melcher réussira à s’enfuir de la prison, et il ira aux États-Unis tuer un par un les six imposteurs, par vengeance sur ses employeurs japonais. Un agent fédéral, Dick Martin viendra mettre son nez dans l’affaire et soupçonnera bientôt Melcher des meurtres.

CRITIQUE :

Black Dragons est un petit film bien ordinaire. Bela Lugosi est extravagant, comme à l’ordinaire, et les autres acteurs ne sont pas très remarquables.

Le film n’est ni bon ni mauvais, tout simplement banal.. L’histoire fait penser à The Manchurian Candidate, mais là où le film de Frankenheimer prenait des risques et gardait un suspense insoutenable du début jusqu’à la fin, Black Dragons est monotone et ne garde pas l’intérêt du spectateur.

Dans les dernières minutes, j’en avais assez et j’avais hâte que le film se termine. Un petit film banal, sans plus.

(13 juillet 2005)

JF

Adam Jackson feels frustrated that he isn’t doing more for the war effort; a liaison job with the War cabinet is hardly as glamorous as being in the forces. Nor is London, in the grip of the Blitz, the sort of place where a young man expects to find love, especially when your ideal partner isn’t a young lady.

Hugh Scarborough-a handsome decoder from the same department-is exactly what Adam’s looking for, but will the interest be returned? And what chance can any budding romance have against a background of air raids and huddling in shelters?

Review by Erastes

First of all - good cover. Not mad on the font of the title, and how difficult would it have been to stick a few anti-aircraft beams and barrrage balloons in the sky? But all in all FAR better than naked men having sex in front of the Houses of Parliament. Thumbs up.

The book has an excellent start - a great first line, first paragraph, which pulls you into the story immediately - tells you where you are, when you are, who’s thinking/talking with a bare minimum of fuss. This is a rare talent in my experience, you only need to read the Dear Author first page posts to see that.

A couple of things jarred me - mention of “Jonny-in-the-air” - which should have been “Johnny-head-in-air” from the poem “For Johnny” by John Pudney, written in 1941. I’m pathetic enough to have noticed this because the film “Way to the Stars” quotes it and it’s one of my favourite poems of all time, but no-one else will note this or indeed care - and it certainly doesn’t detract from the feel and atmosphere of this very touching and real-feeling story. The POV does waver from time to time, dropping out of 3rd person to omniescent and flicking back and forth between characters. There were a few -very few- editing issues I noticed but it was probably because I’m suffering from editing PTSD right now.

It’s a short piece - not quite 12 pages, but it manages everything a short story should do - beginning, (with backstory of both characters) middle, conflict (as to what every good gay historical should encompass - that of how two men will manage an affair at all) and a satisfying conclusion. That Cochrane manages this in 3000 words is a testament to her quiet and efficient style, making each word count, each phrase tell its own story. This is demonstrated most in the sex scene, where - Renault-like- she gives a feeling of real eroticism whilst saying almost nothing at all.

As a short story, it’s a nice read - as a free short story, it’s just about perfect. Don’t miss this one.

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M. C. Escher (1943)

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Ossie Schectman

The New York Knickerbockers traveled north of the border to face the Toronto Huskies in the first game of the newly formed Basketball Association of America.  Three years later the BAA merged with the NBL to become the NBA but the league considers their history to go back to the beginning of the BAA.  The first basked was scored by Ossie Schectman of the Knicks who defeated the Huskies 68-66.

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Picture caption: Title : A traffic policeman on motorcycle photographs a vehicle overtaking on double yellow lines, Frankston, Victoria [photographic image]. 1 photographic negative: b&w, acetate
Date : 1948
Picture source.

Corner of Davey Street and Nepean Highway.  Now painted black and home to ‘Kittens’ men’s club.

Photo source.

Caption reads : “A Landliner public bus on the Frankston route in suburban Melbourne. Date : 1945″

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a gorgeous piece of clothing in excellent condition, rich hunter green gabardine coat from the 1940s, completely original, trimmed with faux shearling, lined in acrylic pile fur, insulated satin lining in the sleeves, belted, turn-back cuffs, center back pleat, generous waist pockets, interior labels read “Winter Master”, “Routts, Milwaukee”, most closely fits size 4, excellent condition with no damage, a wonderful warm winter coat, $225

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This is the one - the classic gabardine skirt suit from the 1940s. beautifully fitted, rich caramel color, slim skirt below-the-knee, scalloped collar, three original buttons, moderate shoulder padding, faux pockets, satin lining in the jacket replaced and in perfect condition, unlined skirt, no makers tags, most closely fits size 8, 28″ waist, very good condition with one small spot on the back center of the skirt, and a light fade line on the outer right sleeve, $65

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