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Category: Nostalgia
Lazy Afternoon At The San Jacinto Battleground 1920
Buffalo Bayou Picnic 1920s
Hats Of Civil War Veterans
According to the photo, these men were veterans who “fought with their masters” about 50 years prior and won their freedom.
Spring Cleaning
California, Here I Come*
Top Center
Lock And Load
Trivia tidbit: The first recorded use of the phrase “lock and load” is in the John Wayne film, Sands of Iwo Jima film: twice as a metaphor for “get ready to fight” and once as a humorous invitation to drink alcohol/get loaded. (source: wikipedia)
Out & About In Oxford, Ohio 1949, Part II
Out & About In Oxford, Ohio 1949, Part I
Delicious Brick Oven Pizza
Yesterday, after church, we were saying goodbye to one of our token old people, asking about his latest stent implantation and his knees, sharing about the pizza buffet we’d visited the day before, to which he scrunched up his nose. He nearly shivered with disgust, the way I do when I hear that Kevin Smith will be a guest on tonight’s late-night talk shows.
You see, our septuagenarian hates dairy. He’s not even lactose-intolerant. He just doesn’t like cheese. Even though there are a bajillion cheeses in this world–creamy, melty, full-fat cheeses, he doesn’t cotton to them. And that pretty much rules out a ton of mealtime options. Including pizza. I don’t get it. I’ll eat pretty much any flavor of pizza, thin ‘n’ crispy or deep dish, and I’ll eat it cold for breakfast the next morning. Throw an egg on it, I don’t care.
So even though he’s not right in the head, bless his heart, we love him anyway–misguided opinions and all. I understand why he’s so grumpy all the time now. Life without cheese is no life at all.
Oh, and P.S.–that first image isn’t a brick oven at all. It’s a glass factory about 100 years ago, with some child labor thrown in for fun. I’m sure that standing all day on bricks and breathing in that stagnant air made for a long work shift. I bet those boys wouldn’t be prat enough to turn down some cheese.
I’ll Take A Pass On Sports, Thanks
The Good Lord would have made us heels over head if he’d intended such nonsense on a balance beam.
No, I didn’t turn the picture. You can see the janitor behind him, wondering why any man in his right mind would want to be perpendicular to a pole when he could just push a broom like a normal person.
And these guys look super-psyched about this helmet.
Sports make you hot and sweaty. Even the coach looks hot, and he’s not even playing. Sports gave him crow’s feet.
Even cheering is tedious. These young cheerleaders look exhausted, trying to count 2-4-6-8.
This might be the only sport I’d try, because of the cute suits. But not if my hair got wet. Or there was pee in the pool. Nevermind, forget it.
I Don't Get It 