WOW!!!! What shade?
How I remember this photo. Those were such fun days. What a babe! Oh, and the lamp and shade are wonderful, too. There are some other fun things in that photo. There is the aqua colored poodle that became my doorway to "owning" the Penrose copy of "Song of Years". Judy kept the poodle, I kept the book. (Elizabeth gave the poodle to Judy and me and it sat on our bed for several years.) There is the fun purse on the cabinet. Mine was red so this one must be yours?? We got those for Christmas, didn't we? The cross stitch pieces that are on the wall disappeared years ago, I think. I had made those. The curtains on the windows were our attempt at sprucing up the bedroom. Wasn't this photo taken the summer before you got married. If I remember right, you were putting things together for a trip to Washington?That was also the summer the treadle (what would that be worth today) sewing machine disappeared and an electric Singer (it was magic) was purchased so Judy's wedding dress could be sewn. Wasn't this also the summer Steve got really sick/turned yellow, and Mother was in Laramie and we painted the living room and bought the TV? Busy summer! Or am I confused? Please be kind if that is the case.
PS Am ignoring the comment on the whereabouts of the lamp and shade. I didn't take it with me when I left home. Wish I had!
What a babe! i was so proud of the aqua poodle that I gave to you both for Christmas in 1953. It was the first time I had earned enough money to buy real gifts for family. (How impractical is that?) Those are really puny pictures on the wall!
Hey, those miniature cross stitch pieces on the wall were all we had. I think I stitched one of them and Judy stitched two, or??
Ann took this picture and luckily the date is still on the side..1958 That would be the summer that I graduated and just before taking off for BYU to get educated. You know, like ladies don't stand like this. The needlework on the wall was beautiful..... and just as cherished is the bunny head just to the side of the window.
I love this picture. It's not just the pose, but the smile and the sparkling eyes, which all together seem to me to say, "Look out world, here I come!" I also love having a picture of the bedroom, boy, did that take me back. I don't believe there has ever been a picture of it. I wish this had been in color - I would love to see the poodle in color. Judy, do you still have it? What's the story of the bunny head? I seem to remember it.
It is good to have the timing corrected. For some reason I thought it was one year later. The bunny head on the wall I still have. Louise had a pair that hung on the wall in the bedroom, but they left when she left home. I received the bunny heads as a gift at some point in time. Now, since I got the timing of the photo off by a year, the rest of this may be all fiction.
Ann, let us face it. Both summers were filled with nonesense with a little romance thrown in here and there.Remember the other charming wall hangings, that I think were Louise's also. They were round, of a country scene, some tiny dried flowers and covered with a rounded plastic cover. I loved those!
I do remember those wall hangings. They were round and had a "glass-type" covering that was shaped in a dome. Ah, treasures are wonderful, even in our memories.
Good memories, Ann and Judy. I actually still have those. You are right - one is a couantry scene, the other is a cottage. These were given to me by my friend, Margret Cyphers, but I don't remember when or what the occassion was.
Now back to the aqua poodle. Other than a very worn brown teddy bear, I do not remember any other stuffed toys. So when the poodle came along via Elizabeth who had an eye for color and class, we were in style. That dog laid upon our pillows until Ann, the great barterer, asked for Song of Years in return for her shares in the poodle. Obviously she was very persuasive. I took my pet with me to my new married life and it was soon done in by 3 little boys.Thank you Elizabeth for that treasure.
P.S. Did we ever allow Dwight and Steve in the GIRLS room?
Grudgingly - actually, they knew it was off-bounds. And we had to go into Dwight's & Steve's bedroom to get Christmas apples or oranges. Remember Dwight's balsa-wood-tissue airplane models that always resulted in blue air? And his match cover collection? His room was always interesting. (Have you noticed how we've managed to drag out this posting so that someone else doesn't have to add another picture.?)
Yes, to all comments. But I was wondering if we could get Louise to take a picture of the "round" pictures from our bedroom, and put that on the blog???? Say yes?And we need a picture of Ann's copy of Song of Years.....
P.S. Dwight? Steve? or is this too much girl talk?
Have you noticed how the subject has been craftily changed from it's original subject, lamps and shades?
Blue air.....um....Yes, Dwight's room was sacred territory. Louise, would you take a picture of your round wall hangings and post them on the blog? That would be fun. And Ann, how about the precious copy of Song of Years?Steve and Dwight.....what do you have in your defense?
What we need next is a photo of Dwight's chest. Then we could discuss the mystery of its contents.
I had actually thought about taking a picture of the plaques. I'll have to get Stephanie to take the picture. Whether allowed or not, I know for an embarrasing fact that Dwight was in our room at least a few times because he managed to find my diary and dellighted in teasing me about what I had written. (which I won't repeat, and Dwight had better not.)
Be careful what you write. Dwight usually can't resist rising to the challenge. Until he found your diary, he thought most of the contents of our room very uninteresting. Besides, he's sick, so we have to make allowances..or not.
It was called the Tunnel of Love. I didn't snoop. It was in plain sight. And nauseating. I've been mentally scarred ever since.
I figured Dwight couldn't resist to rise to the bait. You probably all know the story and what "it" was. Serves you right, Dwight, being mentally scarred, for reading the diary,
The orange chest was originally Dad's tool chest. It was in my room because there was no place else to put it. There was never anything in except maybe dirty socks and such. I had no dresser, no mirror, no flimsy doodads on the wall. I thought about sending the photo to my friends at FBI hdq. who run the computer forensics program there to find out the titles of the books. I tried, but no luck. I don't think I even had curtains. It was sad.
Notice the bottle of fingernail polish remover on the cabinet? Ann was into doing her nails?
Study Guide for Lamps and Shades:1. List each and every item visible in the photo, including the upholstery tacks that held the top on the cabinet.2. Write the history, origins, and future destinations of each and every item in the photo.3. No one mentioned the glass doorknob.4. List the titles of all books in the bookshelf.5. Explain why girls had so much more luxurious surroundings and doodads than boys.6. Explain why the pose was a bit, shall we say, "risque."7. Identify, list, and provide past and current history of all unseen items that are not in the photo but in the room.
In re: housekeeping: the rag rug creeps up on the bookshelf. The chenille bedspread is not even, indicating sloppy bedmaking. There are some boxes of stuff on the cabinet to which no one has alluded (to).
Sloppy bedmaking? We made it every morning, or else! Books in the little table by the bed always included the following: Carl Sandburg's "Abe Lincoln, The Prairie Years", Elizabeth Goudge's "City of Bells"; "No Trumpet Before HIm", which came from a book club Daddy belonged to for a short while; "Song of Years" and "Mother Mason", by Bess Streeter Aldrich, "Adam Bede" by George Eliot; "Tree of Liberty", and what else???? Knew some of them almost by heart.
I found and bought a copy of Woman With a Sword this morning. That book was in the bookshelf at various times. I will respond to Dwight's list after I have had a good night's sleep.
Why can't I remember "Woman With a Sword"? What was it about? I can't have forgotten a book! Horrors!
Another book from Dad's book club. It is a historical novel about A. Lincoln and the Civil War. Black cover. Shall I take a picture and post it on the blog? You will immediately recognize it.
I remember vaguely, but for once, I can't remember the story. Phooey.
I think the book was Carl Sandburg's biography of Abraham Lincoln
No. That book was in the big book shelf in the living room. Only books with romantic connections were allowed to reside in our little white book stand.
Sorry, Judy, but during my tenure in the "girl's bedroom", Carl Sandburg was in the little bookshelf by the bed You must have moved it.
You can tell that I didn't read it.
I must have replaced it with my Nancy Drew and "The Clue of the Tapping Heels" book.
there were a couple of Nancy Drews there, along with Heidi, and Five Little Peppers. Have we hit a record on the number of comments for this posting?
We have yet to see new postings of Louise's round wall hangings, and additional info on Dwight's orange chest. What happened to it?Also who is going to write the story of the glass door knobs?
Five Little Peppers? How I loved that book. Does anyone have the original? Another book went into the white nightstand that was quite famous - "Marsha, Private Secretary". I don't have any idea how that book came to be in my collection (don't still have it), but Dad used to tease me like crazy and sometimes would call me "Marsha". It was quite mind stimulating!
Is that where the phrase orginated? How often we used that title!
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