While I’m waiting for an apple-cranberry pie to finish baking, and for BluesRay to make it home through the first snowfall of the season, here’s a little bit of vintage goodness.
If you’re old enough, you remember these!
Don’t you love the Barbie doll-like Scots lassie?
Does someone in YOUR house buy t-shirts with logos? Here at This Old Row House, ManRay had a drawer full of vintage tees he’s been collecting for decades. Here’s proof:
These vintage gems of memories were hogging up too much space. So one day I secretly cleaned them out, ran them through the washer, and got them out of the house.
No, I didn’t take them to the thrift store! I sent them off to be made into a quilt. Click here!
“I’m half-crazy all for the love of you!
It won’t be a stylish marriage,
for I can’t afford a carriage.
But you’ll look sweet upon the seat
of a bicycle built for two!”
Do you know that old song? It was new over a century ago! Our parents used to sing it together. Dad would play his guitar and sing the first verse, and Mom would reply with the second verse.
Lest you think of me as all afghans and tablecloths, dishes and kitchen doodads, here’s a glimpse into my inner geek. I grew up as a child of the Space Age when CBS ruled the airwaves with NASA mission coverage. Astronauts were national heroes. People thought a New Age (Aquarius!) was dawning when space travel would be routine and we’d all wear silver jumpsuits and own flying cars. (Most recently I followed Canadian Chris Hadfield when he was Commander of the ISS. Check him out on YouTube.)
So when we downsized my parents’ house not too long ago, I claimed all the space-related paper stuff. One piece was this 1969 National Geographic map of the Moon. (click to make all these photos bigger)
“Give me a child until he is seven and I will give you the man.” What do you think of this Jesuit motto? Is it true?
I don’t have to go any further than my dining room to see where my childhood and present intersect.
I got my first piece of furniture–a china cabinet–when I was only three years old. My father built it from knotty pine and scraps of Formica counter top. I distinctly remember wanting to be tall enough to see what was on the top shelf. (Now it barely reaches up to my elbows!)