These 1951 teens don’t look stressed. School’s nearly over, and the living is easy.
Category: Pics
Why Boys Weren’t Fat In 1967
They did fancy diving board push-ups.
They headbutted one another in football. Sans helmet, of course.
They inverted their roommates, especially if he looked like James Dean.
And after a long day of strenuous activity, it was time to play cards.
No Card Catalog Needed
Gussyin’ Up
Vintage Scenes From Kansas, Part II
Welcome back to vintage Kansas! Here, a cute pinafored threesome pose in front of non-GMO corn.
And below, you see a couple who were clearly fruitful and multiplied.
Not even a delicious fruit-filled cellar could make up for the treeless flatland of this barren landscape.
But I still applaud Mrs. Schoenfeldt for her efforts.
Rain On The Grapevine
After years of drought, devastating fires, and sad, dried-up rivers, causing waterfront restaurants and party barges to fold–and with it, an entire lake culture–Texas is finally getting some precip from that ornery sky. Flash flooding? I’ll take it.
Go ahead and rain on that new trampoline.
Pour down on the rosemary.
Pitter-patter on the deck.
Send the blackhawks to retrieve the men, clinging to the tops of their trucks. I’ll take it. Let the weathermen repeat, “Turn around, don’t drown” until the cows come home. At least the cows will have some grass this year. And maybe, just maybe, the cattle won’t starve, and the price of beef won’t double like it did last year. Hallelujah, it’s raining.
As Long As Old Men Sit And Talk About The Weather
downtown Lynchburg, Tennessee circa 1970
At Your Service
Down A County Road, Part II
As I continued down the county road, I passed these signs. The bluebonnets were still hanging on. They usually disappear by tax day, April 15.
There were seas of them.
A storm had possibly split the trunk of this chinaberry tree.
And mesquite trees dotted the land.
But my favorite picture of all showed the shade cast by the limbs of a mighty live oak.
Happy trails to you!
Down A County Road, Part I
I took advantage of the nice spring weather and spent the better part of Friday morning, driving down a nearby county road. I passed this white horse.
And this lemonade stand.
A field of wildflowers.
A rusting propane tank, not unlike the kind I used as my horse when playing cowgirl as a child.
And some wheels that hadn’t been driven in years, better suited for the streets of Havana, Cuba than an antique car graveyard.
Dogs Watching Football
The dogs had a front-row seat to a father-son football game in the backyard last night. They witnessed the passes and fumbles.
As usual, the male seemed more interested in the game. Jemima paused briefly from her latest goal of digging a hole to China while Tonto looked enraptured.
But then again, he’s an outdoor dog who was saved from the pound, has no responsibilities, and his life is endless bliss.
Highway Wildflowers
We couldn’t pass these up yesterday. Who knows who long they’ll last?
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