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Saturday, January 21, 2012

Sepia Saturday - 109 - 21 January 2012


Can you guess what this little cutie is thinking?  Hm, hope none of my friends see me in this picture!  Who could ever be mad, at either one of these two? - Courtesy of Library of Congress, Washington, D.C.



This is a Sepia Saturday Post

...and so this week brings a bit of dolling about.....



Or as always, what ever adventure your sepia trails may take through, Sepia Saturday.

           My doll-theme approach takes a sharp turn in this telling..... and my own still well-cared-for dolls will remain mysteriously hidden, at this time.

Sorry, my baby dolls..... you'll just have to remain anonymous a bit longer!


I'm compelled to write about a man who - surely was young at heart. His writing delighted the young as well, as adults, and he often concerned himself with things like gifts made by a duchess and given to a princess!
     He was an English trader, writer and journalist, and wrote about politics, crime, religion, marriage, psychology, and the supernatural.

             We begin at Route 273 and Blue Ball Road (State Rt 545)
Blueball, Ceil County, Maryland.

Really it's not that odd that I begin at the Blue Ball Tavern established about 1710 in a stately structure once owned by Elizabeth Maxwell, because she is the niece of Daniel Defoe, (born as Daniel Foe)
Photo courtesy of Library of Congress, with no known restrictions on images by the U.S. Government.

After all, it's Saturday and a cold brew will just hit the spot, right?

outside this building is

A 1936 Historic Road Marker stating:  Blue Ball Tavern Established about 1710 on Lot No. 35 of 'The Nottingham Lots' by Andrew Job who secured it from William Penn. Job's son, Thomas Married Elizabeth Maxwell, niece of Daniel Defoe who wrote 'Robinson Crusoe'.

"Expect nothing and you'll be surprised!" - Daniel Defoe
Who was Daniel Defoe..... and
What was he famous for?




He wrote "Robinson Crusoe, and the above print, very well could have been a famous "wax doll" used for this painting.
it's described as a young boy enjoying Robinson Crusoe.

He also added the De to his name to sound aristocratic- and he had at least 198 pen names in his life time!
Apparently, Daniel Defoe once hid inside Elizabeth Foe's (his sister) attic after writing some controversial items.  During which time he taught, Elizabeth Maxwell (his niece who later married Andrew Job) to read.  Much later, after her mother's death she inherited quite a bit of property, hence the Blue Ball Tavern.

A funny/sad family fact years later, down the long birth road of each son being named Daniel Defoe, his last great-great grandson never could figure out why anyone would want to read Robinson Crusoe.......!
Imagine that!
Elizabeth Maxwell Job, niece of the unforgettable Robinson Crusoe author, died in West Nottingham, Cecil Co, Maryland on 7 September 1782 .


She was known for being generally a mysterious woman, possibly because she minded her own business.


Surely she played many long hours with her own dolls.




Dolls came to us in so many simple and adorable ways.  All hand-made, of wood and rag from civilizations of the distant past.  Some, simply called "piano babies" (babies) was a frequent name for dolls, and often babies were created as special gifts.

Like the great author Daniel Defoe wrote about from Paris one day in 1722.

His exact words,  "Some days ago the Dutchess of Orleans made a Present to the Infant Queen, of a Wax Baby three Feet High, with Diamond Ear-rings, a Necklace of Pearls and a Diamond Cross, with a furniture of Plate for a toilet, and two India Chests, full of Linen and several suits of cloaths for the Baby. The whole for that Princess to play with."
- Taken from Daniel Defoe - His Life and Recently Discovered Writing, - The Second Volume.

One of his famous writings include
Moll Flanders- by Daniel Defoe
one of the earliest novels depicting the life and misadventures of a young girl who becomes a prostitute.
His story reveals just how capable, intelligent and resourceful she was.
Moll was purely fiction, but I'm guessing she was a character from his own life...perhaps several.

Writers, write what they know.

"I saw the Cloud, though I did not foresee the Storm," - Daniel Defoe for, Moll Flanders

I'm hoping there are no storms in your world.....may your weekend be merry and maybe something so outstanding, someone will write about it!

ha ha!

Six Word Saturday 21 January 2012

THIS IS A
   SIX WORD SATURDAY

Where Cate, From Show My Face blog, asks us to explain our life or what ever in just 6 words!   Are you ready for this?

What you see at first, isn't always the way it is.....

My six words for this Saturday are

THINGS AREN'T ALWAYS
WHAT THEY SEEM




So look on the brighter side of things, why not?

Sometimes there are more than two sides to everything....

you just have to look closer.

It isn't always the way we look at things either...sometimes you have to trust your
feelings.

and just keep looking on the brighter side of things, okay?!

So if you care to share your own six cents or rather words check out Cate's blog for Six Word Saturday
by going here okay?

http://www.showmyface.com/2012/01/six-word-saturday_21.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+showmyface+%28Show+My+Face%29


Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Thematic Photographic - 179 - Glow

January can offer a blander view of things......

So I invite you to visit Carmi's blog at

http://writteninc.blogspot.com/2012/01/thematic-photographic-179-glow.html

for a glowing experience.  Our theme this week is  " Glow"

"The glow of one warm thought, is to me worth more than money..." I believe this, and Thomas Jefferson gained fame by quoting this.
The glow of warm thoughts - could fill this empty room with cheerfulness- and not everyone will notice......but yet, it leaves you with an inner glow......... long after you've gone..... it's,
"Your very own secret...." treasure it.

            I really enjoy a quiet walk on a dark and cold evening......especially if I stumble upon ....

A glow of colored lights......JUST WAITING FOR ANYONE!   Stop and enjoy them.......  somebody left the lights on just for you...... 


Even after some places close for the day (like the enchanting deli above)...yet an afterglow radiates still....long after the doors were locked ......

As does the memory of a sad movie.....which also lingers on......bitterly......leaving a simple thought of why?  For me anyway.   What were they thinking to leave the strongest feeling of deep sadness, when there were so many other feelings to expound upon ...... that's my interpretation of the film.... The Descendants, you'll have your own. 

                    So, throw back your scarf and run across the snow-less street and bask in the biting cold across your face and keep running all the way to a wide awake cafe screaming with delight......after all it was just another movie............

Imagine this, left all alone is one empty table anxiously waiting for it's next glowing conversations.....of idle chatter and extreme laughter, and it's a window seat on a Saturday night!

but it's not going to be empty for very long...... ha ha!

The White Screen

I don't like complaining, but sometimes we must, for others to understand "What's really going on."

sigh,

Excuse me, but Who's running Blogger anyway?


Sigh,


Is anyone else in our lovely Blogosphere experiencing the big, blank so very WHITE screen?


Does Blogger have competition? If so, is the competition sending little gnomes to terrorize us?!


Because it's working!


Who has time for big white screens.... ?

and waiting and waiting...and still -  a big white screen!


I knew the other day I shouldn't have agreed that Blogger was working well!


My mother always said it would jinx things!


Gotta add, so far as yet!

So far today, in my blog roll list two of my favorite blogger friends, Galen, from 10 Steps to Finding Your Happy Place, blog and Darlin, from My Life So Far, blog ...may think I'm snubbing them, (I hope they don't) but I only get a quick flash of their post and then the big, WHITE screen!..and still, Judie, at Rogue Artists, blog.....

My sigh, has turned into a Grrrrrrrrrrr!

At first, I thought it was fixed.  Things went smoothly.... (compared to the last couple of days) except one comment I tried leaving, just gave me a big white nothing....


still I blogged on.... free sailing.....

and then everything went south again.............. Red Light

So just know, if I haven't been around, yes life is busy, but it's really the big, white screen effect from Blogger that's keeping me away!

So Please........... if you have a moment, or a suggestion, (hopefully the big white screen hasn't kept you away) please tell me something in the comments, if you have any idea about the big, white screen effect!

I know, as before, we just have to sigh a bit and eventually Blogger fixes things.....

Thanks for stopping by, if you could!  It's so wonderful to spend time with you all.....really!

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Sepia Saturday 108 : 14 January 2012

Welcome to Sepia Saturday

Classmates, or future soul-mates, playing beside the Balance Rock, at Bar Harbor, Mt. Desert Island, Maine.

It seems that Alan from






 is taking off our "hats"
so to speak
for hats!
and of course also featured in
 this still photo
is a lovely lass.

If you click on the photo featuring mostly a gigantic rock
you will notice the children are in
the most lovely of head gear.
They do look like little sailors don't they?



So venturing through other very important reasons for "hats" other than wearing on a bad hair day or desire to look pretty or keep your head toasty warm...... follow along........
Did you know that the famous hat making company Stetson actually manufactured Army hats?



Amazing, hard pressed at work and hardly a hat worn inside the Stetson factory.  Do you think they received a good discount on their own hat purchases?  - Courtesy of Library of Congress, Washington, D.C. 1909-1920.




Which sombrero is your most favorite?
Hard to choose just one?!
1902, at least a thousand sombreros (hats) from a market in Mexico City.  - Courtesy of Library of Congress, Washington, D.C.


Is the hat we wear, or the suit, that makes the man a gentleman?


Or is it the way he speaks?

Just what was this photographer (seated on roof of car) really after in his shot of this man?


"Excuse me sir, may I take your picture?"


Did anyone mention safety?



The importance of being safe...... Safety Hat production line, June 1943 New Orleans, Louisiana at the Higgans Shipyards.
courtesy of Library of Congress, Washington, D.C.
and if you look closely, they weren't all alike....
It's so thrilling to search through the Library of Congress in Washington, D.C. inside their Prints and Photographs department.  (Actually, what isn't interesting there?) It's a place everyone should tour. 
You can stumble across so many incredible people and places and accomplishments in such a short time. 

Meet Mrs. Lawrence Townsend (although, I wish women would have used their own name more)







I just think Mrs. Lawrence Townsend has the most interesting smile as she gazes at these ladies with their hats.

It's probably something one of these high class society women said.....
What's going on.....here

a bit more of a clue as to who Mrs. Townsend was...her first name is Annie and she married a very important man.....


In The Photo:   Mrs. Lawrence Townsend is at the Fourth Annual Rummage Sale of the Child Welfare Society as she trims discarded hats for the price of one year's milk supply for a Washington baby.
courtesy of Library of Congress, Washington D.C.
Pretty impressive what all "hats" can do, isn't it?
This post began with hats and a gigantic rock, so it's on the top of my list
to close
nearly the same way.

Meet another gigantic rock.



What is it called?  Well, Hat Rock of course.  At Rock Hat State Park in Oregon.
Perhaps, Alan and his dog, Amy will venture through these parts....on their trek to New York....

Saturday Centus - Hanging Off A Cliff- The Conclusion

IT'S S A T U R D A Y    C E N T U S    TIME AGAIN!

..............AND JENNY  DECLARED .....Part two.....the ending to our last week's centus.

So here it is


THE CONCLUSION TO LAST WEEKS 
 SATURDAY CENTUS.....

We left off last week with...

           Just starring at the very bottom of this steep rise I'm chilled to the bones when I feel a sharp poke in my back and suddenly "hanging off a cliff" I see....



      I see.... your feet on solid ground!   While I'm hanging between holding on and falling.  This explains the silent treatment as we trekked along.

“You intended to push me off!”

You're still silent as the arresting officer bounds your villainous hands with handcuffs, and another deputy pulls me up.

“If only we'd gone to Hawaii.”

Diamond Head, Honolulu, Hawaii


So if you want more conclusions
go here

http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2012/01/saturday-centus-hanging-off-cliff.html

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Alphabe-Thursday - A House is a House, Of course.

IT'S ALPHABE-THURSDAY
      featuring the letter " H "

                   FOR HOUSE!


 NOT TO BE CONFUSED WITH a fairy-tale making,
 it a HOME; as many fairy tales often do.

Who lives in this cottage by the bay? Why I hope to someday!
I too, dream of the cottage by the bay, where honeysuckle grows and fish swim all day.  Just give me a fire by night, food enough, a mourning dove's song and you by my side.....forget the cobwebs, for there are many, but just enough to keep our cottage by the bay safe and sound.....



I have a weakness for shooting houses, always have and always will. 

They aren't always the most magnificent houses either.


Sometimes I shoot places people call "home"  like below, (this is just an example) because this car is so darn cute.


                   Please don't laugh.  You know people have literally lived right out of their cars.  My first husband and I did for an entire summer once.  Sure we were driving across country, visiting relatives; but we spent more time sleeping right there in our Plymouth Fury -
that featured one gigantic trunk!

Pretty nice streets for the 10th of January too, don't you think!



A house is made of walls and beams, stones and bricks, and loads of glass; while a home is built with love and dreams and bound by memories......

Why do so some people hide behind their window coverings.........

Some houses are linked with other houses, and called Row Houses or Townhouses, of late.  But still a "Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to." - John Ed Pearce.



"I long, as does every human being, to be at home wherever I find myself."  - Maya Angelou

Do the signs or personal belongings we hang outside our house, make it more a home.....than just another house along the avenue?

Perhaps these fine pink blossoms surely do make this a home, or not.



Come autumn, trees drop their feeble leaves in front of whitewashed, rambling houses,
some with carved door frames and some not; but all welcoming happiness to those who enter.
Can you tell if it's a home just by walking by?  What if, you heard the laughter of tiny voices amongst the sound of the purr from a sewing machine?

"A house is a machine for living in," - Le Corbusier
and making it pretty
or mysterious
the very face of a house that greets
us
It is what we make it.

A mere four-sided house, repainted in five colors creating a "Painted Lady" gleaming proudly from the Victorian Age, but in all it's glory, the face-lift does not guarantee it's a home.


                   But, no matter what, it's always the love we find inside a house that keeps us there.

If you desire more uses for the letter "H" why not visit Miss Jenny's Alphabe-Thursdays....

http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2012/01/alphabe-thursday-letter-h.html

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Thematic Photographic # 178 After Dark

Welcome to a new THEMATIC PHOTOGRAPHIC POST
For 2012
   Carmi, from Written Inc. blog is lighting up our theme with

       "AFTER DARK"...and I promise nothing too risque'.

Maybe just a quiet stroll outside and through our neighborhood we shall go....

Too bad, another After dark, snowless, quiet evening far too windy for a fire........
yet a fine evening for
a fairy tale
or two......

Our walk wouldn't be complete, if we didn't venture through what appears to be a castle wall on this dark and not so stormy night.....


                 What do you think we'll find at the end of this walkway?

Surprise! Did you hear their howls?  Shall we get a bit closer?



This lone wolf seems more interested in just making a new friend...while the others....in the pack.....

Are taking a break from determining who will hold the alpha title....by grabbing a snack through the pipe. Just like a bunch of pups!
Okay, did I hear you say you were getting cold and needed a ride?  

I have just the perfect road trip in mind.


If you find yourself (like we did last Saturday night) ready for an evening road trip to (some place new) and it's already after dark, no worries! Besides grab your camera because I know we'll find something incredibly cool to shoot...... like this extremely large....


                                         SPRINKLE CAN
                                          or watering can....

         How would you like to close our after dark adventure with a favorite after dark shot of mine from my last visit to Chicago?


Using my "Whimsical Flick" mode on my now defunct camera, I not only captured after dark, but strangers and brief inside views (behind me) "Oh Chicago...you are my kind of town, Chicago...especially after dark!


After dark..... "One who roams the channels after dark, searching for buried treasure. "  Harriet van Horne

...if we don't search we'll surely never find.....

If you haven't had enough after dark yet be sure to check out all the others as well, and Carmi is always looking for new additions too...so why not post some too!

http://writteninc.blogspot.com/2012/01/thematic-photographic-178-after-dark.html

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Saturday Centus - Hanging Off A Cliff

Welcome Saturday Centus followers..... I hope your 2012 is not going like this.....



Yes, Miss Jenny, from "Off on my tangent, blog" has tossed a really awesome trick of a two part series
a bit like something to keep us hanging from
the edge of your seat perhaps

what you read today will end in
a cliff-hanger

You know, like when you're at the end of C.S. I or N.C.I.S and they say part 2 next week!

Oh no!
Will Stokes be alive or will they locate Gibbs!


Only this will be more exciting!
Jenny's same rules apply, 100 words plus the prompt ....

"Hanging off a cliff" makes 104 words! Max!
Any style of writing, more pictures okay but the ending
comes next Saturday!

Here is my offering


      Why am I hauling a sled in unknown territory? Oh right, I lost the bet which brings me to this rugged terrain. Seriously, can’t you envision severe, broken bones?


      Even smiling as a clever mask, my scowl remains; after teetering up here so precariously. I was kidding when I said, I’d follow you to the ends of the earth!


Mt. Desert, Maine where a frenzy of excitement runs through your veins; not mine.   Just starring at the very bottom of this steep rise I’m chilled to the bones when I feel a sharp poke in my back and suddenly “Hanging off a cliff,” I see.......


To be continued.......


Next Saturday, same place.  See you then......


If you want to find yourself hanging around some more then check out Jenny's blog here

Jenny Matlock




Sepia Saturday 107 : Saturday 7 January 2012

This photo, courtesy of  the Library of Congress in Washington D. C. in April of 1943, with these girls holding rabbits that once were kept as pets are now, being raised for food!

Yes, these dear little furry friends, will be......  Food!  Hence my reason for not following the whole bunny-rabbit theme!  As far too many bunny tales led me to not so
happy bunny tail endings!  !  !


WELCOME TO THE FIRST
 S E P I A    S A T U R D A Y   POST
           OF  2012

      I shall begin with a mystery!

Who was Allan Stone, and certainly who was his "ant"?

A young lad named, Allan Stone, took this Merry Christmas Post Card, and changed it to -
a Happy New Year Card...and posted a letter to his "ant" obviously a dear aunt of his, and attached a wee sized envelope to carry it all the way to her....
Our Alan, from Sepia Saturday blog, has served us a fine photo of a lassie with her angora haired bunny rabbit and it brought to my mind a post card I recently obtained that was served straight from the heart of a fine lad....may I introduce, Allan Stone.


                  This is what his letter read,

                           Dear ant I will write you a few lines to tell yow we are all well and Kopeing (freudian slip "coping?)to find yow the same. How are you and all the children ansewer soon.
and I wish yow wood come out hear.  So, I will close fore this time. From your loveing nephwe Allan Stone

                    Sure, his spelling wasn't the greatest, but his heart was definitely in the right place, and his words made sense.

                                The backside of Allan's letter (he attached to the front side) of the post card to his aunt......  unknown to us by name or address.  Surely this was placed inside another letter......perhaps from his parents?


Wishing for more insight into Allan Stone, I searched through the entire box for something more.




.....and I found this post card from A. L. Stone (possibly related?)

It shows the sender, A. L. Stone as being in St. John's a neighborhood of Portland, Oregon, at 441 Lombard Street, Portland and it's mailed to a (Dear friend) in Forest Grove, Oregon also a neighborhood of Portland and not that many miles away from each other. 

It almost seems odd, but back then how did you get word to people the quickest? 

 Is this A. L. Stone connected to Allan?  Strangely enough, if you look at what the post card is showing....



The front reads, Gates Ajar- Como Park, and this is located in St. Paul, Minnesota. 

I'm thinking that Allan Stone is from Minnesota.  Looking through familysearch.org, it's quite possible he was from Park Rapids, Minnesota.  If so, his father was a doctor. 

                  The card doesn't offer much information leading to any young son....it only mentions the sender is going into Portland for dinner and that the receiver is or was in the hospital.....and Allan's card doesn't offer a date either.  So was it all from 1915?

...and what if this post card is from Allan himself, a few years later maybe?  A.L. Stone? Allan?  We really haven't a clue when his letter to his aunt was sent.  This is a post card from St. Paul, Minnesota.  All of which was in this one box of keepsakes....... it makes sense to me.  For now it's still just a mystery.  But it gives me a reason to take another look see into any more boxes of postcards, or letters if possible....time permitting that is.

In any case, Allan's greetings to his dear ant, is special no matter what.  I'm sure she was very pleased upon receiving it.





For those of you curious about more Sepia Saturday posts, or have your own you wish to post please visit Alan's blog here

http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/2012/01/sepia-saturday-107-saturday-7th-january.html

Six Word Saturday 7 January 2012






Welcome to 2012 - the place where we speak reality for Cate's Show My Face blog..... 


SIX WORD SATURDAY


           Is it just the beginning of 2012? I know like Cate it begins on Monday... ha ha... and still do you ever feel like saying this?





MY LIFE
FEELS LIKE
A FREEWAY



You just keep driving, and driving ...... and driving.....

and of course you check yourself
are you going the right way?


Okay, okay just turn up the tunes, or change the song.....that's already playing....

 
 When I get this feeling I can really relate to Neil Young with






"Here We Are In The Years"
Lives become careers
when we don't take an exit
now and then....


and of course his

"Comes A Time"

"Oh, this old world
keeps spinning round
It's a wonder tall trees
ain't layin' down
There comes a time....."

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Alphabe-Thursday - 5 January 2012 The Letter G

This is an ALPHABE-THURSDAY POST

                  Warning, this photo below is not really our classroom.....right?
Goodness no! Oh my Gosh, Gads! Goodness gracious! No way!
  Please don't worry, this grim looking teacher isn't ours!

Of course our teacher is Miss Jenny




                                         ....and she's way prettier too....

  Today for Jenny's Alphabe-Thursday class, we celebrate
                                 the letter " G " 
     and it's a Great letter, as the color green emphasis so well!

The Letter "G" stands for " gordian "  GOR-dee-uhn (adjective) -  Highly intricate; extremely difficult to solve.  Earliest documented use - 1579.

     Example:     It was so obvious, after the school board meeting that solving the gordian problem of, where to build the school district's headquarters, would take much time.

Brain teaser example of gordian:
Extremely (?) difficult to solve: you be the judge....
     its the beginning of existence and the end of time, its the beginning of everything and the end of space, what am I?

Hint:  do not think too hard on this.


do you want the answer now? Nah, that's too easy......okay, okay



scroll down for the answer




Answer:  its the letter e.


Next- gordian worm

Do we really want to see a close up of a gordian worm? No, probably not, so here is one favorite hunting ground of the gordian worm....the bird bath... a gordian worm, gordius sp., or horsehair- is an internal parasite of crickets, grasshoppers, katydids, beetles, cockroaches and others.
When they emerge from the host's body they are white, but then turn yellowish-tan to brownish-black and squirm and twist in the water much like a gordian knot.  They do not harm humans, animals or plants.  You'd be surprised if you knew all the places you can find these worms....not just in gardens and rivers or ponds, but swimming pools, pet bowls, toilets, bathtubs....!

Next Gordian knot

In Greek Mythology, King Gordius of Phrygia tied a knot that defied all who tried to untie it.  An oracle prophesied that one who would undo this Gordian knot would rule Asia.  Alexander the Great - naturally defied all odds.  He simply cut the knot with one stroke of his sword.  Creating the famous saying, "to cut the Gordian knot" which means to solve a difficult problem by a simple, bold and effective solution.....

Alexander the Great, coercing the Delphian Oracle by artist Castaigne J. Andre - 1898 photo courtesy of the Library of Congress, Washington, D.C.

The Great and mighty - Alexander the Great, with his mighty sword!


One last cute riddle me this.... 
What does a  racecar and a kayak have in common?
the answer for this one will be in the comments!   

If you haven't had enough class today, why not go here for more

Jenny and all her students will be happy you did....
http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2012/01/alphabe-thursdays-letter-g.html