...and as we wave farewell to another Chrismahanukwanzakah, let's leave it to The Girls to put on their glad-rags (Mmmmm Nice matching housecoats !) ready to party like it was 1969 !
See you in 2009
Being a construction of your humble blogger Tepid Halibut, with the aim of posting one vintage slide image per day, from now until Kingdom Come. (Or until Mr Halibut gets bored.)
For the thousands of you (Hi Frank!) who wanted to know what was under the Christmas Tree, there's more detail in the shot above. The cardboard box didn't contain a "marital aid" (sorry Lindy) but just a power saw ( jig-saw, I guess.)
Bonus extra, courtesy of Riot Clit Shave, I thought you might like this (No, it's NOT one of mine)...
Back to someone's Trip To Russia, and today, it's odd russian wood-carvings.
All very Outsider Art -ish, but I can't help but be reminded of DRB's Nightmare Playgrounds. No wonder kids grow up weird.
Well, I'm just about sick of cute Christmas images, but thought you'd appeciate this before I return to strang holidays, and funny looking kids.
I really have no idea what to make of this shot.
Doggy...fine.
Kiddie...slightly strange looking, dressed as for a Victorian Winter, with weird woolly legs.
Sawn Tree...what? A recently chainsawed tree. acing as a backdrop for a kid/pet photo.
In what sort of world is that an ideal view for a slide? Is someone going to project this to the neighbours and wait for th inevitable call to Child Protection ?
Still, a fine shot for the blog.
As promised yesterday, a chance to see Jeff and Deb's kids, as they all head off to the dance.
A fine looking family, especially.....
...GOOD LORD ! Is that Frankie Muniz from Malcolm In The Middle ? Heaven...it can't be...can it?
An Aside. Six Months of Blogging and still no million-pound book deal. Where have I gone wrong ?
Jeff from Accounts and Auditing has been invited to the company Senior Staff Ball. (The company being Amalgamated Miscellaneous, based in Denton USA.) He and Deborah are dressed to the nines, and pose for their sons' camera.
My, isn't the White Tuxedo and strangely shaped dress combo an all-time classic?
Don't worry, you'll see teh kids tomorrow.
Another boring slide...but wait ! A Time Capsule ! That sounds fun. The plaque reads
"SANDS TIME CAPSULE
A Sands Time Capsule was buried
on this site February 6, 1978.
It is to be opened December 15, 2002
on the Sands' Golden Anniversary
celebrating 50 years of good times."
So, what else do I know about this ?
Well, this was actually the second Time Capsule, the first having been discarded on a spoil tip. The Sands Hotel was blown up in 1996, and the Time Capsule....no-one knows !
Again, it's the eyes that tell the whole story.
Matthew (or Keg-Meister as his Fraternity chums call him) doesn't want to be there. He wants to be at an all-nighter Frat Party of Animal House proportions. He want booze, birds, belching and wild wild pranks.
What he's got is a quiet night in with Mom, who's baked him a cake to celebrate his 21st birthday. And to make things worse, she's getting him to pose for posterity.
The faked smile reveals that Matt's just realised what might happen in the guys at Pi Kappa Alpha see this....
Showing that Grenville is not the only one who can impress, granny's decides to strut her stuff at the beach.
Strange that the once-busy beach is suddenly empty. Wonder why...
I Love This Slide. No info, other than "Dec 1950, Grenville".
Grenville, enjoying a lazy Sunday Morning, enjoying The Funnies (actually Mandrake the Magician) but interrupting that for a quick shave.
Christmas decorations are minimal, but the silk PJs and dressing gown clash wonderfully. Great Stuff.
Bonus Extra :
I'm not just saying that to be controversial, it's just a fact.
No matter how much parents and grandparents coo and fuss over them, the basic facts is that all babies are ugly, horrible, slimy, gurgling flesh tubes.
Constantly crying or blowing snot-bubbles unless they're permanently attached to a boob, filling up with warm milk.And inevitably, that leads to their other obvious vice. Very large quantities of crap.
(No, I don't have any kids. Why do you ask?)
Even worse. Kids who appear to be eyeless. Creppy as heck.
Rural Titillation indeed. There may be a romatic view of France as a rural idyll. Farming the old way...chateaus...vinyards...cheese shops...Pah!
Our wallpaper of the day shows France as it is / was.
Bonus - RIP Bettie Page. I'll miss you.
Less than two weeks to go, and the kids are getting excited. The Christmas Tree's been bought, decorated and erected in the living room.
And a might fine tree, is what Daphne is thinking.
Pity there's no money for presents.
Grandmother Jenkins is unwell, and Little Lisa aims to cheer her up with a basket of goodies.
Not sure when this pic was taken, but from the fashionable outfit, I suspect it's not 2005. (Unless it's some region in Omaha which is forever stuck in 1957.)
'tis a pity that parents don't dress kids like this any more. I can't imagine stories in The Daily Mail of feral, knife-weilding kids terrorizing the middle classes, if their teenage daughters were dressed like this.
More creatively, if courts could sentence male offenders to 12 months community service dressed like this, the murder rate rate would plummet.
No, "The Pink Barnacle" is not a club catering for gay sea-farers.
No, I'm not going to make lewd jokes about "going under", "seamen", "Bottom-Feeders" or "Aaarrrs!".
It's merely a bunch of barnacles, coloured pink. Plain and simple.
Anyway, did you know that the wild Barnacle Goose (Branta leucopsis), whose eggs and young were rarely seen by humans because it breeds in the remote Arctic, got its popular name because it was imagined to grow from gooseneck barnacles ?
How better to follow Santa than with a grave.
It's a grave...right ? But it seems a little macabre to me. Mabel's already being prepared for the grave, to join her beloved husband. Except...she's not quite dead. Still, might as well get some carving done, while the stone-mason's got a two-for-the-price-of-one offer.
So what if the memorial stone is off-centre, that's not the oddest bit. Google is my friend, and I've found them !
I've resisted for as long as possible, but I guess I'm gonna have to post some Seasonal Slides.
But first...today's top story. Santa has traded in his old sled for a brand new Splurgemobile. With a boot / trunk big enough for everyone's presents, and an unbelievable MPG, it's the transport of the future.
And the reindeer haven't been forgotten. Seven of them have been shot, gutted, stuffed and mounted, ready to amuse the kids. (Not sure about Rudolf's pink nose, tho...)
"Next on the show is little Jenny Szabbo, with her rendition of Sheena Is A Punk Rocker on the oboe."
( Well, I think it's an oboe.)
There's a touch of Barbara Woodhouse about this woman.
How unfortunate. Life can be cruel.
Soaking up the rays today is Grandma Grimm, the pin-up of the Third Battalion of the Light Brigade at Sevastapol, and her pooch Gnasher.
As with many slides, it's the odd details that add a piquancy to the shot. Here, it's the silver foil-wrapped plant pot that catches my eye. Oh, and the lesbian shoes.
Why would anyone photograph their poodle?
I mean, it's a slide, so it's made for projecting on teh wall for several people to see. Are the neighbours really going to be impressed by a picture of Fou-Fou begging for scraps? I suspect not.
In my (illogocal) brain by only real thought is taht it was a deliberately dull shot to indicate the end of the show, and to encourage the invited viewers to bugger off.
Again, it might just be me, but this wedding shot reminds me of the wedding in The League Of Gentlemen. Don't know why... Maybe it's the Papa Lazarou character who's watching the events, but is just out of shot.
Today's the day that 'Merkins celebrate and give thanks for many things. The Lincolns join in, as you would expect. I'm a little worried about that cranberry jelly - it looks suspiciously like blood.
For the kindness of the Native Americans who saved the settlers from starvation, and were thanked with Smallpox and Genocide.
And doesn't Edna know her place. Ernest gets the easy chair, and Edna, ever the attentive wife, at his feet. I wonder is 50 years of pent-up anger ever got the better of her.
Following Jessie in the School Talent show - The Fabulous Tumbling Oklahoma Boys !
Let's hear it for the guys !
PS Today's sad image
A bonus wall paper image today. Not selected because of the image, tho' it's not too bad, but because of the info. 95% of slides have next to no details on them. Usually just the slide type (Kodachrome etc), a slide number and perhaps a processing date.
Some photographers, however, do us a favour by writing info on the actual mount, and it often helps understanding the context. For example, the picture shown above...so-so really. But written on the slide itself...
" Athens Paradeisos Restaurant Oct 9 1960 Mr Schaeffer, Mrs Warren, Mr Bourdeau."
What's their story ? Who took the photo ? (Mr Warren, perhaps.)
Tho' not in any physical sense...
However : what's not to love. From the Permed-into-submission hairstyle, to the retro (but not then) sun-glasses, to her cheeky grin, to her long shorts (short longs?) all the way down to her genuine Native-American moccasins ... everything screams that she's a genuine 1960's liberated (but happily married) woman.
'tis a pity she smokes.
Hey everybody. Look at Ted's New Fence !
Isn't it just so...wooden ! Yeah, cool....hip...rad and anything else the hep kids would say.
BUT....Something is missing ! More Exclamation Marks ? !
No..... A greenhouse. But if you remember...
That's the trouble with these new fangled cameras. Focussing, exposure, film speed, aperture, shutter speed.
Gah ! Oh for the easy life of Point n Press.
Ah. A sunny Autumn day. Perfect for an afternoon walk.
And that's just what the Johnston family are doing, accompanied by Kimi the exchange student. However, as usual, one of the family lets the side down.
Not strangely flatulent son Chip. No, it's Wendy (second from right.) She's gone commando, and under that boringly sensible coat...she's naked. What a hussy.
Just had a delivery of new old slides, and there are some damned good uns.
There's a nice selection of Christmas Cocktail parties, and a series which seems to be a talent show at a school. Dating from April 1963, they're magnificent and you're likely to see quite a few of them in the months to come.
Today : Jessie on the electric bass accordion. Mmmm Nice !