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Here is Sindy's friend, Marie, in a beautiful new dress created for her by Maria (The doll keeper). Thankyou!
She thinks she looks the bees knees, which is why she's giving that sideglance to the other girls.... "I got to wear the new dress & you didn't!"
I decorated her lampshade! I found these yellow flowers and glued them on it looks so much better =)
When I was in 5th grade, my mom took me to a concert of big band music at Michigan State University. It was all university bands. One after the other. I couldn’t get enough of it. The drumming must have made the biggest impression, because from that day, I wanted to learn how to play. I got a snare drum for Christmas that year and began taking lessons in the clatterly old music building on campus (replaced decades ago) from Linda Flahive, a student there.
Over the next several Christmases my snare drum was joined by other members of the drumset family. My interest in big band music waned, taken over by an interest in contemporary jazz. By the time I left for college, I was a jazz snob. The shelf in my freshman year dorm closet groaned from the weight of all my LPs. I played in a jazz combo (horribly, horribly bad) at school and made friends with guitarist Julian Catford, who shared my love for Django Reinhardt and Charlie Christian.
In the years following, I went to hundreds of concerts (and photographed at all too few). The 1970s were fertile times for jazz. MSU had a jazz society that put on four or five shows a year, bringing in top-tier talent. And there was The Stables, East Lansing’s jazz club, where I saw Charles Mingus, Miles Davis, and many more. Less than an hour away, in Ann Arbor, the university jazz society there also brought in the heavy hitters. And there was Baker’s Keyboard Lounge in Detroit, and shows in Chicago and Toronto.
In those years the Art Ensemble of Chicago and Sun Ra and his Arkestra toured incessantly, frequently playing within my driving radius. I saw both those bands repeatedly. Roscoe Mitchell, of the Art Ensemble, lived for a time outside East Lansing, and I got to know him personally through a weeklong workshop I attended.
In 1979 I moved to Boston, and the music menu grew. Jonathan Swift’s in Harvard Square and The Paradise on Commonwealth Ave. presented an eclectic variety of music, and I partook of it all. My most memorable event: Seeing Captain Beefheart on two successive nights, two shows each night, at the Paradise. (Why oh why didn’t I take pictures?)
My interest in drumming faded over time, replaced by stabs at piano and clarinet. I play bass guitar now. In my fantasies I play in an old-timey conjunto band. I love that stuff. In fact, I’m not good enough for a band, but when I play along with records, the band just keeps chugging along through all my dropped notes and rhythmic foul-ups.
Local call number: dm4155
Title: Conch house porch - Key West
Date: 1979
Physical descrip: 1 photonegative - col. - 35 mm.
Series Title: Dale M McDonald Collection
Repository: State Library and Archives of Florida, 500 S. Bronough St., Tallahassee, FL 32399-0250 USA. Contact: 850.245.6700. Archives@dos.state.fl.us
Persistent URL: www.floridamemory.com/items/show/59688
The Hanover-Horton Historical Society houses its museum in the former Hanover High School building in Hanover, a small village southwest of Jackson, Michigan. My brother Doug and nephew Grant and I visited during Jackson County's Museum Day May 11, 2019. This is the elegant 1900's Living Room.
Hanover-Horton Historical Society
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Part of our "home series"
We bought Dr. Seuss story book CD's for the girls when they were tiny. Daddy found them and now has Jack ADDICTED to "Hop on Pop" and Dr. Seuss's "ABC" and he knows every word to both books. He is right now skipping around saying "hop on pop" lol over and over.
So, yesterday I snapped this of him "reading" while listening to his DR Seuss CD in his room. ;)
Andromache Astrapol, Queen of the Northern Breezes, adjusted the burners. She eased off the heat, and allowed the steam to clear. The mushroom broth was done.
It had been a hard course that brought her and her vessel, the Prospect of Zion, to this anchorage. Right now, all she wanted was a chance to put her feet up and rest a moment.
All too soon her people would be here, bombarding her with their troubles and needs. And it wasn't that she minded, necessarily. They were a deserving folk. But, by the heavens, it was incessant!
She shooed El Cazador from her seat. The tiny tyrant clawed at the seat cushion and yowled its frustration, but she disregarded it. It already had exclusive use of a basket, two shelves, the best hammock and a ragged-looking ottoman. She was damned if she was going to let it colonise her rocking chair as well. A queen needed a throne if she was to recieve supplicants.
The soup was both scolding to the lips and rich to the taste. Cumin and pepper lent it a familiar spice. These were the riches of caravans that had travelled many hundreds of leagues. The wealth of her people.
And soon they would be here; mooring up for the winter. She ran over the essentials in her head; there was plenty water for many families - as drinking supplies and as solid ice. There were good lines of sight in every direction. The nearest settlement was over 30 leagues off, and unlikely to give them any trouble. Food and fuel would be provided. And this year enough of the families would share the responsibility that no-one could take advantage. It might be five months or more before they left Coldharbour. And there would be no-one impoverished or starved on her watch.
El Cazador sprang back into her lap, and curled into a ball quickly, lest she dispute the arrangement. It watched her with wary eyes, ready to fight, even as it settled in. But Andromache Astrapol, Queen of the Northern Breezes, simply sipped at her broth. After all, who was she to deny a throne to such a persistent pretender?
Creator: Agnew, Garnet (Garnet Gerald), 1886-1951 ; Queenslander (Brisbane, Qld. : 1866-1939).
Location: Brisbane, Queensland.
Description: Illustration shows an old lady seated in a rocking chair in front of an electric heater with a shawl around her shoulders. She is knitting, with a newspaper spread across her lap and appears to be listening to the radio on headphones. Behind her is a large blue disc, with the word "winter" written on its rim.
View the original image at the State Library of Queensland: hdl.handle.net/10462/deriv/224631
Information about State Library of Queensland’s collection: www.slq.qld.gov.au/resources/picture-queensland
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Apparently the dogs prefer to sleep by him and not her. I presume this couple is a man and wife enjoying a nice country day on their porch. Real photo postcard (RPPC) with an unused back. Found in Ohio.
A plain white rocking chair, stripped, sanded and re-painted. I used the a damaged enid blyton book to decoupage parts of the chair.
Casey Jones was an American railroad engineer from Jackson, Tennessee who worked for the Illinois Central Railroad (IC). On April 30, 1900, he alone was killed when his passenger train collided with a stalled freight train at Vaughan, Mississippi on a foggy and rainy night. His dramatic death trying to stop his train and save lives made him a folk hero. This rocking chair inside his house is a little bit creepy hehe!
Here is the rocking chair I've been refinishing; here it has been stripped and sanded down to the original wood and cane weaving. Unfortunately the seat caning is broken so I have no choice but to reweb and add a cushion. Chair has since been painted a rustic country brown and looks completely different.
Slats in the old corncrib let in the banded sunshine. Barn is not old, but was built from old barn wood.
From negative via camera shot of the negative
sometime late December 1972 or early Jan 1973
5208-5209
An antique doll chilling out in an antique rocking chair at mom & dad's. Turned out a bit more creepy than I'd anticipated.
This is my favorite shot from this photo shoot :)
With beautiful Texas Hill Country views, who wouldn't want to? Sometimes I think we'd all be better off if they started building houses with front porches again.
Kendall County, Texas
Pops made me a rocking chair when i was 24 to celebrate my Birthday and me being pregnant with my first child. Its 22 yrs old. Hey dont be telling people how old i am. giggling
This little active 6 month old was really fun to shoot. Her mom had a headband or bow for each of the 6 outfits we tried on!
Nothing serious - just stuff.
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