The romanticism with guns goes way back, doesn't it? And the phonetic spelling of Grandpa makes it even more endearing!
I guess I'm safe from his scope, for I have an old can of the stuff in a cupboard. I think it is lubricating oil but I'm pretty sure it is made by Grampa.
Looks like junior might have buffed up his rocking horse with some of Grampa's secret recipe too... Those were the days for interior finishes, wood everywhere, sort of let you know what it felt like to be a termite.
A heartfelt thanks and farewell to my readers. My last post (the thousand and first!) will be on November 7, 2012. The blog will remain online, but there won't be any new posts as I need to make time for other things. There is a chance I'll be back, but if so it won't be for awhile. I hope you'll take the time to peruse the archives.
How To Find Things
There's treasure in the archives, so here's how to browse and find what you want:
1. Enter a search word or phrase in the box below - anything from Princess Grace to Prohibition or Graf Zeppelin.
2. Or, go down to the bottom of the page and browse the "Cloud of Tags". The number next to the tag indicates how many posts have that tag. Clicking on it will bring up all of them. (I realize now that it doesn't always bring up all of them. If there are a lot, then it will only bring up the most recent ones, but if you click on older posts at the bottom then it will bring up more.)
3. You can also go through the archives by date. Just click on the triangle next to the year or month to open the list.
I love antique postcards because they preserve evidence of everyday life as well as celebrations and sad events. Looking at an old postcard is like holding a single piece of a puzzle; we have to imagine the rest.
I will try to put up a postcard every day. If you have a special request for a particular city or place, let me know!
I hope he didn't shoot the horse!
ReplyDeleteEs geht doch nichts darüber sauf einem gut gebohnerten Boden auszurutschen ;0)
ReplyDeleteThe romanticism with guns goes way back, doesn't it? And the phonetic spelling of Grandpa makes it even more endearing!
ReplyDeleteI guess I'm safe from his scope, for I have an old can of the stuff in a cupboard. I think it is lubricating oil but I'm pretty sure it is made by Grampa.
Looks like junior might have buffed up his rocking horse with some of Grampa's secret recipe too... Those were the days for interior finishes, wood everywhere, sort of let you know what it felt like to be a termite.
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