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December 28, 1954. Me in the center, my brother right and my godmother's son Alfred at the left. At my grandparent's house in Calpella, California. Also: Grandma's crocheted antimacassars. Photo by my sister. View full size.
I just finished making the exact doily that is on the back of the couch. The one on the arm of the couch is a familiar pattern. They both have the "pineapple" patterns that you can view on my blog
Your brother bears a bit of a resemblance to Charlie Martin Smith. If "American Graffiti" had taken place in 1954 instead of 1962, there would genuinely be a paranormal ambiance about this photo.
The breath-taking rudeness and arrogance of "Not Ugly's" remarks suggests someone not old enough to remember Frank Zappa's song about ugliness. But maybe not. Some folks get stuck in the playground sand box all their lives.
Now that tterrace has taught me a new word this week, I don't have to use that silly word "doily" anymore.
By definition, trolls ARE ugly. Your words paint a more accurate portrait than any photograph ever could. Far be it from me, however, to belittle you in your delusion. What I really wish to contend with is your assertion that "a good looking culture exists today". In reality, it's about as "good looking" as the plastic veneered, particle board junk that passes for furniture these days. "Ugly alpha girls from yesterday"?? What I wouldn't give for a working time machine!
...and he grew up to be just as good-looking on the outside as he is on the inside. Plus, he has a nudge for nostalgia. Good on you, Paulie. Miss you.
any more 'medicine ball' with tterrace, glasses must come off."
Tterrace, I hope that everybody in this photo is still alive & healthy. Thanks for sharing a snapshot of your past.
Ruffled sheer curtains layered one side over the other and tied back are called Priscillas. No idea who Priscilla was, but I don't think this is a commemorative name like Peach Melba or Norfolk Jacket.
tterrence and his brother grew up to be anything but, if you have been following the family saga.
We had those sheer criss-cross curtains in our house, too.
Looks like big brother and Alfred just finished a bout of "tickle the kid brother" here. This is a picture of true fun and delight. One that every childhood should be full of.
Nice curtains -- this style was very popular during the late-fifties and early sixties. I had them in my bedroom - not sure what they are called.
Another fun, happy, & well composed photo this time taken by your sister. It seems brilliant photo taking is a talent that runs in the tterrace family. Bravo!
TV was new, the world was concerned with the aftermath of WW2. You still had small appliances repaired or did it yourself. Milk and bread were delivered. The new consumer goods were made in the USA.
I like the word antimacassar. Macassar was apparently the name of a hair oil. And that's the strawberry crochet pattern. There was one called a pineapple, too. Women still produce such items. Thank you for the blast from the past.
it is amazing that a good looking culture exists today with such ugly people in our past and I haven't even mentioned that awful clothing. Too bad that we cant hook them up with the ugly alpha girls from yesterday.
tterrace, did your brother also suffer from never-rectified amblyopia as well?
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