A Charming Trio

Pam’s Pictorama Photo Post: It struck me this morning, looking at and reading this card, that the vast majority of the time people used these postcards for quick communication and never acknowledged the card. There are exceptions of course. On the other hand, someone liked the card enough to have kept it, right? It is an interesting sort of thing really.

I do not know the date this card was sent on, only 8:45 survives on the stamp cancellation. The note is to a Milly R. Jones, 64 Angus Street, Roath Park, Cardiff. The message is crammed and a bit urgent, Blaenavon, Monday, Received card shall expect you tomorrow by 8:30 train. Have lost this evenings post so if you do not get this in time come Wednesday same train. Love to all, Mildred. Then crammed at the top, Will send Ada to train. And around the side, tomorrow? Wednesday?

Well, on one hand we know that Mildred or someone in her household had the good taste to acquire this card which would ultimately contain this timely travel note, but of course no thought to it while writing this and getting it off to the post. A thank you to Milly (and her descendants?) for saving it though.

Of course it these three cats that made me buy it, the fluffy white Persian, the handsome all black kit and this little sort of tabby tuxie in the middle. It is a bit hard to tell but I feel like the middle cat is younger than the other two. Someone is off camera doing something which has caught there attention and they stare more or less in unison. They are perched on what appears to be a bit of carpet covering the table. The background is completely indistinct. Virtually invisible unless the light hits it right, at the top it declares, A Charming Trio. (I only saw it after I photographed it!) There is an equally indistinct Rotograph detail at the bottom.

At first I wondered if this was a photo of Mildred’s cats, but now that I see the title and details, clearly not. Meanwhile, I always wonder about the store of postcards people must have kept at the time, reaching randomly into a drawer and pulling one out when needed. Stocking up at the local newsagent with some Louis Wains or getting some photo postcards made for an occasion or just of the pets or farm animals.

The all black cat reminds me of Beauregard and the cat in the middle looks like my Peaches. I have posted about this little girl before – you can find that post here. She’s a pretty little thing and seems utterly content in her abode with four other cats. However, having had a very hard start at the beginning of her life (found in a basement alone where she had been howling for days before someone called Animal Control), she does not trust people at all and you cannot touch her or pick her up. Having said that, she will come to be fed and I find her coming in with the family when we are there and stretching and rolling in the middle of the room – content. But she will hiss at you if you get too close and run off in a huff. She is a cats only cat.

Peaches’s favorite spot is the front window in the living room and one of my neighbors commented on always seeing her there when she walks by. It is her command post and she can see outside and most of the house from there. Deep down, I always knew that the fact that we cannot catch her would be a problem and that arose this week.

Peaches took advantage of a few moments of the open screen door unobserved and hopped out into the yard. Luckily the yard is fenced and, although if she had gotten spooked enough, she could easily have climbed it, it kept her corralled there. It was however a stand-off between humans and cats. Other cats were secured in bedrooms and the door left open hoping she would stroll back in. However, skittish already and disoriented we couldn’t make it happen. We tried luring her with food, which she ate, but couldn’t get her inside.

*Peaches this summer. This was the photo I posted.*

I joined the local Facebook page and posted her photo in case she wandered out of the yard. I must say there were so many nice responses and some sound advice. It was very nice to see. She became a Fair Haven Facebook celebrity with many likes and reactions.

Day turned to evening and when we didn’t grab her at dinner time it was clear she was likely spending the night outside. I, who was in Manhattan for meetings at work I could not miss, prepared to head down to Fair Haven in the morning. Just as I was leaving the house I got the news that she was inside. A local man had come with a trap but before he could set it up she scampered inside – the desire for breakfast won out.

As this storm batters both New York City and the Jersey shore, I am so relieved she is inside! I guess my feelings about potentially losing her were complicated by the fact that she is a cat my mother left in my care. Although I try to do right by those kitties, juggling two houses and seven cats can be a big responsibility. Hopefully no one else there will test me further in the near future.

Baby Farm Animals

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Pam’s Pictorama Post: This is one of the many books from a backbreaking pile we brought home from Bethesda where we purchased them at a grand and glorious used bookstore. (For last week’s post with pictures have a look here.) The store was enormous; the books were cheap and interesting. Today’s book is one Kim spotted in a pile of kid’s books, all neatly wrapped. His eagle eye spotted that the illustrations were by the genius illustrator, Garth Williams.

*Copyright and other info on an inside front page. Joann hit this with a bit of red marker too.*

I have written about two books illustrated by Garth Williams before. The first time I wrote about his illustrations was a book I reacquired as an adult called Push Kitty. It was a childhood favorite I had forgotten about and then remembered one day. It was easy to find a used copy on eBay and a real pleasure to see it again. It wasn’t until I looked through it as an adult that I realized that the memorable illustrations were by the same man who did those for books like Stuart Little and Charlotte’s Web. (That post can be read here.)

*Messy signature attempt by Joann. I remember though proudly writing my name here!*

The second time I wrote about a Garth Williams illustrated book was A Cricket in Times Square. (The post can be found here.) This book with his illustrations remains one of my very favorite childhood discoveries. Garth Williams is sort of the platonic ideal of kid’s book illustrators for me and he was at the top of his game. The writer George Seldon’s story puts it at the top of the list. This book is my (albeit sort of odd) baby gift go to. (I secretly figure it will ensure kids growing up in New York City will want to stay here, while it will plant the idea in the minds of those whose parents were silly enough to move away that they have a hankering for the city. Yes, this is slightly subversive.) All I can say is if you haven’t read it, go right now to Amazon and pick up a copy and you will thank me.

That brings us to this little morsel today. Like virtually all of us I was raised on a shifting and vaguely never-ending pile of Little Golden Books. Having a sister two years older than me and a younger brother, Little Golden Books entered the house aplenty. Strangely I don’t actually remember buying them or where they came from at the time; they were just omnipresent. Perhaps I was just too little to remember. Such things, like many toys, came from variety stores rather than bookstores at the time.

I have to imagine that Baby Farm Animals was in the Butler family library. According to my copy, the original copyright was 1953 (AI has this wrong and only has the later publication date of 1958, noted in this edition. Additionally strange that a small sticker on the front of the book – defacing it incidentally – identifies this as a first edition. Can’t anyone read?) Anyway, this means that as a small child I was already looking at a much-reprinted book. (Later editions and even brand news ones are easily available right now.) Other, later I assume, editions seem to feature just a single one of the animals on the cover – the bunny or the donkey.

*Guinea pigs remain a staple of childhood pet owning I can assure you via my job.*

There is however, still a thrill when I look at the gold and black pattern of a Little Golden Book spine. This one sold for a princely 25 cents originally. (Despite the price tag of $8 I paid $4 the other day.) The cover on this edition is an illustration all its own featuring highlights of the animals inside. The puppies are playing tug-o-war with a bit of string and the pig watches the ducklings eat a worm. A kitten is staring off into space at something (bird?) and a baby lamb and donkey are on either side of the baby calf featured at center.

The inside covers are the cheerful yellow print with animals I remember and a spot for This Little Golden Book belongs to…. Joann has attempted to write her name in this one with some red scribbles although she luckily contained herself to that page. Meanwhile someone else has liberally stamped their name and address throughout, James J. Clayton, 1415 S. Olden Ave, Trenton 10, NJ. That just seems odd and I can’t imagine why Mr. Clayton felt the need to do that.

*I like that the kitten and puppy are taking a rid here.*

Inside I learned that, The Little Golden Books are prepared under the supervision of MARY REED, Ph.D. Formerly of Teachers College, Columbia University. Below that, The pictures in this book are by Garth Williams, whose charming baby animas and simple text never fail to delight children. “Baby Farm Animals” has been a Golden Book favorite for many years. The publishers are happy to preset it now as a Little Golden Book. So perhaps it had an earlier publication life?

I have favorites in this book which I am showing here. Not surprisingly the Baby Kittens [who] love playing on the farm. At nigh the farmer gives them fresh cow’s milk and they curl up together in the big red barn. I especially like the little tuxie cleaning himself although the gray one playing with a bug is pretty hotsy totsy too. However, for illustrations the rabbit on the next page blows me away. So fluffy and there is a point made about him being friends with the kittens and puppies although I wouldn’t want to put that to a test.

*Those ugly ducklings that will be swans featured here.*

*Baby ducklings and chicks even out the avian lot.*

Beyond that guinea pigs are featured – a mainstay of childhood pets it seems although it as a farm animal seems like a bit of a stretch. Ducklings and chicks are on facing pages, all downy cuteness. And it interests me that he has both cygnets and goslings and mentions that one will grow into a swan and the other a goose. (Trumpet of the Swan anyone?) For Pam’s picks, the two pages of piglets are next – bringing us back to Wilbur, the man could draw a sweet looking baby pig!

The animals get bigger in size toward the end of the book – a horse, a pony (who won’t grow much bigger…) and ending with a baby calf. The end paper has a list of all the Little Golden Books you could order (with an order number) and I remember pouring over this list and the little illustrations around the edges. Bugs Bunny! Bambi! I wanted them all. (Was it a conscious decision that we didn’t have any of the ones with popular characters? Somehow I think it was more coincidence or unconscious on Mom’s part.)

*The fascinating end paper which always captured my delighted attention.*

The back cover is very worn and features Giant Little Golden Books. These bigger books offer almost triple the value of a comparable Little Golden Book and cost 50 cents each.

For me although the incentive was definitely Garth Williams, it was nice indeed to have a trip through a Little Golden Book again as well. Simon and Schuster held onto this imprint until it was purchased by Penguin in 2013 and now they continue to produce the line.

This turned out to be a long one so thanks to those of you who made it through!

Love me little, love me long…

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Pam’s Pictorama Post: I felt like today needed a Louis Wain interlude – we haven’t had one for a bit and nothing is more jolly than spending a little time with Mr. Wain and his very active imagination. Pleasant to spend the morning lost in his whacky world for a bit.

Obviously, this is a valentine postcard. The felines as drawn are just starting to slip into the Wain world of disintegration that they will ultimately morph into, eyes a bit larger and just something a bit crazed about the expressions. The girl cat dangles a fan from one claw paw and appears to be perched on a stool. She sports a big red shiny bow and leans on a bit of fence or railing; and we can see her tail curl behind her. Her giant green eyes are down looking at the fellow with the mandolin serenading her.

Both cats are orange striped, although his black stripes are darker than hers and, along with his black ears, it gives him a very tiger-ish look. He is showing us a bit of white tummy too and I can’t decide if the white in his head is light (reflection of the moon maybe?) or fur color – his muzzle is after all, white. (And he has a little white spot on his chest – a bit like Blackie.)

Our fellow is quite ardent in his romancing on this little mandolin. Toes (and fingers?) are all quite defined on these kitties, but I especially like his curled toes. He looks up at girl cat and she more at his mandolin than him (maybe she’s shy?) and this is clearly a ruckus in someone’s backyard.

Speaking of backyard there is what almost appears to be a grove of sunflowers behind them. Only two actual flowers though one over him and one facing down over her. There’s something about that flower that makes me think Wain is saying she’s trouble.

The top of the Valentine reads, Be My Valentine and then, below his signature, we have this little ditty, Love me little, love me long, Is the burden of my song. Except it isn’t a ditty at all, it is the first line to a long poem from the 16th century. (Read it here.) However, perhaps more notably, it was also taken by the author Charles Reade (1814-1884) for a title to one of his books. (Kim went on a Reade reading spree a few years ago but I did not catch the fever. He was a fan but said he was a bit uneven and a quick look online this morning appears to confirm that is the general opinion of him. Large antique volumes are still around although maybe they have gone to New Jersey.) My guess is that is where Wain grabbed it from. Published in 1859 it would have been old but well known.

The back of the card is addressed in a sort of charming, neat hand. It reads, Dear Russel; Do you like a valentine like this? Hope you received many pretty ones today. With love, Miss A. Holland. It is addressed to, Master Russel Hoover, R.R. 1, Sterling, Illinois Care Harry Hoover. It was sent from Sterling, Illinois on February 13, 1913 at 3 PM. Although I read many messages like this, for some reason I find this very thoughtful note and card poignant this morning as I read it. He must have liked the card (and the sentiment) as it survives in such good condition these many years.

I purchased this early last summer at the Metropolitan Postcard Club show. I am sorry to say we missed one at the end of the summer on the weekend we were moving back from New Jersey. I must check their schedule and see when there is one this fall – I am sure they missed me or more likely my wallet – back in August! I do love these shows and I think it is time for me to pay an annual fee of $30 and join as a member. I have been following them around for about a decade, over at the Holiday Inn on 57th Street in years gone-by. I should be supporting their cause.

Meanwhile, today (Saturday) I am off to purchase a new phone. My purchase of my current phone was a Covid activity – I remember being masked and lined up outside. Today should be more pleasant (I hope) than that although having a new phone, appendage that it has become, is always a mixed bag with getting used to it. However, on our recent trip to Washington this one was on constant life support with an external battery. Wish me luck! Also, our day concludes with a visit from our friends Pete and Rika who are visiting from France. A shoutout to them (they are Pictorama readers) and we look forward to seeing them. More to come.

Mr. Deitch Goes to Washington: Part Two, Books!

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Pam’s Pictorama Post: Another on the fly post as we finish day one of the SPX con and head into the second and final day. Today we hopped out of the hotel early and jumped into an uber to explore a rather promising bookstore I had read about.

While Second Story Books (here) has several stores, it happens that their warehouse venue is right near our hotel. I didn’t know what to expect and it is hard to say what it compares to.

*Panel on Underground Comics: Yesterday and Today at SPX yesterday.*

It is very large, with bookshelves in rows that run about 7 feet high. The sorting system was a bit opaque at first. I saw many interesting old volumes but was frustrated at first to find that Fiction mostly meant books of relatively recent vintage.

I began to think that maybe it was another interesting and perhaps ill conceived decision and that nothing would come from it. However, as I got the hang of the different classifications and nooks and crannies where early long forgotten fiction might reside, my pile began to slowly grow. Between Kim and I (mostly me) I feel like we are more or less taking home our body weight in books, as shown above. The real news is that when we checked out everything was 50% off the price marked and that made me want to go back and buy even more!

*Kim leafing through some comic books at Second Story Books.*

We came back to the con having just opened its doors and so we dove in to get an overview. Now, given how comics adjacent I am, perhaps I should not say this, but I rarely purchase new comics at cons. Maybe there is something I have read about and waited to pick up, or the book of a friend, or a reprint I want but considering that 96% of every con is small presses or individuals hawking their wares, I really don’t transact with them. Frankly I don’t find it an enviroment which encourages finding new work that interests me.

However, much to my surprise, right out of the bag Dot of the Mid Century caught my eye. This book by Art Hondros, a series I think of 5 now, is his attempt to honor the story of his great aunt who lived in Baltimore and was employed repairing manniquins. (When I think about it it surprises me a bit that manniquins break routininly enough to employ someone repairing them, but then again I have seen a lot of busted manniquins too.)

Well, I haven’t read it but Art looks like he can draw the heck out of a story. While I was talking to him about Dot, Kim was looking at another book, Legion of the Damned which is adapted from a lost silent film from 1928 by William Wellman starring Gary Cooper and Fay Wray! Wow! We purchased both and I spent the rest of the day telling everyone about him as he seems like quite a find. (He knew Kim’s work but seems to have only ever read Hollywoodland – a fine book but a bit rarified as not the easiest to get. Ed: the subsequent reading gives Dot the thumbs up and Legion of the Damned not so much.)

This con is big – larger than New York’s MoCCA although smaller than Comic Con and without the big budget films, animation and COS play element. It is pure comics albeit small press ones.

Eventually we needed to collapse and have lunch in the hotel restaurant. While we were nibbling on our shrimp roll and crab dip, Gary Groth brought Tim Lane over to meet Kim. Kim is a big fan of Tim’s work and the feeling is mutual so they jumped right into a conversation until it was time for them to go off to lunch. While Kim headed up to the room I went in search of a warm cardigan with a friend who stopped by. Despite the DC heat and humidity, it is freezing in the hotel – especially in the rooms where the panels are being held. I was tipped off and since even the Amtrak seemed over-ac’ed I found my way to Uniqlo and bought and oversized cardigan which I gratefully wrapped around me at Kim’s pan

*Shelves of books at Second Story Books where I spent most of my time and money!*

I think Kim and I were pretty surprised at the energy in the room and were regretting not getting a smidge more down time. Like a sprint that turns into a marathon. Signing gave way to a panel – John Kelly, Kim, Denis Kitchen, along with two younger women who both seem very interesting Raquelle Jac and Heather Loase. The subject was underground comics at their origin versus now.

We are kicking today off with a tour of Warren Bernard’s personal collection – I am very excited for some Felix! After that it is more con ahead and then finally home to Deitch Studio NYC and Cookie and Blackie.

Mr. Deitch Goes to Washington

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Pam’s Pictorama Post: As I write this we are on an Amtrak speeding toward Washington, DC. We have just consumed sandwiches from Vesuvios in Penn Station which were remarkably good if also incredibly expensive. However, you can pay a lot for mediocre or even bad food in Manhattan, let alone in Penn Station, so I am satisifed. (Simultaneous with writing this Kim informed me that his sandwich was not as good – sometimes it pays to be a vegetarian.)

Most of you know that we are making our way to our nation’s capital where tomorrow (yesterday to when this is likely to be published on Saturday) for Kim to speak at the Library of Congress. Yay Team Deitch!

Needless to say, this has resulted in Kim grinding away at a talk about the arc of his career. He has it constructed in long hand on large sheets of paper tucked into the front pocket of our rollerbag. With a huge tip of the hat to our friend Bill (@kartalopoulos) who pulled together the core of the images for us, we managed to add about 40 slides to it. (I will spare you the drama of some of the assembly!)

*The group enjoying the display at the Library of Congress.*

Early this morning we placed poor Blackie in the bathroom of our apartment where he will sadly be imprisoned for the next four days. Because he requires shots and is a skilled hider we could not figure out another solution that would ensure that the cat sitter (a lovely brother and sister duo from work) cat snag him and give him a shot. I can only say this didn’t go especially well and I remain concerned about him – and the bathroom door which he is clearly clawing his way through.

We kick off tonight with a signing after we get settled at the hotel for a bit – assuming this train chugs along as expected. The balance of the weekend is spent at the SPX small press convention. Kim has been twice before but it is my first time. I hope to be showing you some excellent bookstores and an antique store I have scoped out for our down time.

Friday dawned rainy but the sun came out and the humidty rose. We were treated to a splendid special selection of comics from the Library of Congress collection. Mind blowing to see Popeyes, Yellow Kids and Gasoline Alley cheek by jowl with Roy Crane and Krazy Kat – they had a daily Krazy Kat, love the dailies!

Then off to Kim’s talk. Lots of gentle ribbing about me getting him into a new suit for the event and he did look extremely handsome. Kim took us through 60 years of comics in his How I Got My Start in Art, chock-a-block full of about 40 odd images. There was plenty of time for questions and even a few were thrown my way which was sort of fun.

Kim’s relief at being done was palpable! We join a large swath of the group for celebratory pizza for lunch. After I took us on a bit of a goose chase to an enclave of antique stores and an rather superior used bookstore. Wild goose chase because although it was close to the hotel it was far from where we had lunch. Nonetheless, purchases were made (Kim is tucking into a Howard Fast book on Valley Forge and a bio of the director Carol Reed; I am sporting a jade ring in rose gold and reading a British juvenile series, The Five Series – more on that if worthy.)

Tonight was the celebration of the 50th year of Fantagraphics, Kim’s publisher, and we toasted them and now let the con begin!

Posing Together Today

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Pam’s Pictorama Photo Post: I spent yesterday starting a big end of summer clean up of the apartment which sorely needs it. Kim pitched in and we had a reasonable day one cleaning, more to come today. I’d say I cleared about a third of what I need to off my desk, and in the process coughed up these two photos which are an interesting segue from yesterday’s post (it can be found here for those who missed it) and these make me wonder about my attraction to a similar composition of sorts. I know I purchased them online, however I do not remember who I bought them from so apologies to one of my sellers out there.

Unlike yesterday’s tintype, these are mounted cabinet cards and while yesterday’s ladies were seated in front of a faux landscape, today’s women are obviously really outside in front of this lovely house with a deep porch and that great striped awning. And of course, they are very much together in these photos unlike our ladies who turned away from each other yesterday.

The house is really the star here for me. The shadows from the trees make it clear that it is a shady, cool spot and the enormous overgrown boxes of ivy are so welcoming. The textures and patterns are amazing in this photo. There’s the horizontal siding on the house, the stripes in the awning, that jolly lattice work under the porch and an especially interesting design on the railing, all helping to make this more interesting. Taking that thought a bit further if you look at the top of the house the siding switches to a decorative wavy design (my neighbors in New Jersey have some mermaid style bits at the top of their house I love) and the closed shutters create something more interest for the eye too. Finally a careful look also reveals that the top of each of the porch columns has a decorative design.

The front door is an old fashioned (to us) double door – two glass paneled doors which I guess you could slip into half or open fully. Light is hitting the door and the window to the (our) left of it and shining brightly. The lawn around the women is grassy but littered with some leaves and those are what our eye really sees. There is a blurb of light and chemicals perhaps at the bottom of the phot which in no way takes away from it. (It is also where the photo starts to go out of focus as the lens of the day may have.) The photo is slightly underdeveloped in the printing and there is something else about the chemicals which has left tiny dots on the surface in places.

Finally, the two women are seated facing each other, one in a wooden rocking chair and the other in what appears to be a straight back chair – I assume these were likely taken from where they resided the porch; a careful look shows these chairs have twisty wicker backs. The woman on (our) right is somewhat younger and they wear their hair gathered in the same top knot. Their dark skirts and white blouses are also virtually identical. The older woman has a small purse in her lap.

Moving to the other photo, we’re on the steps of the house. We’re closer to the front of the house and are on the stairs. The woman in the middle is the same older woman from the other picture but now she has these two different women in white on either side of her and, although it took a bit for me to see him, a man seated in a chair behind them – sort of there and not there at the same time.

The plants that I took for ivy at a distance actually appear to be enormous geraniums – or maybe geraniums and ivy or another trailing vine in these planters. (I too have geraniums – much smaller – on either side of my door in New Jersey.) The steps are old and sort of just this side of in need of repair. The striped awning in both photos is a bit askew upwards. The second photo is evidence that it rolled up unevenly rather than maybe blowing in a breeze.

The people in this photo are very centered although the railings to the house are a bit off the middle. The woman on the right seems to be a bit older. She holds a metal bucket with a top. I don’t know why but I think of it as the sort of thing you would have gathered berries in. The other woman, younger than both of the others by at least a little, is holding something I cannot identify – it is long and perhaps is metal. She holds it in one hand and something else in the other. If I make a wild guess I would say it is chimes of some sort?

The woman in the middle is the woman from the first photo. A very careful look reveals that she now has a man’s flat cap rakishly placed on her head. Her feet which we now see are in the leather boot-shoes of the day. Behind them is the man I mentioned, older, beard and mustache, seated. He wears a deep hat which sits to the side on his head. Close inspection shows this to be a sort of fun set up although no one is cracking a smile here.

These photos are faded and I imagine they spent time up or out somewhere over a long period of time. The gray cardboard they are glued onto has faded as well. There are no notes on the back about who this family is or when they were taken. When that happens I always imagine that the people were so central to the lives of those who had the photos that they couldn’t imagine not knowing who they are.

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Happy holiday weekend to you all! Next week, on Thursday, Kim and I depart for four days in Bethesda. He has a bunch of book signings and the SPX con, but also he will give a talk at the Library of Congress on Friday afternoon. (Let me know if you are in the area and would like information!) I hope to still log in for some sort of blog post but we’ll see what I can manage!

Tinned

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Pam’s Pictorama Photo Post: A relatively small portion of my collection is devoted to tintypes, and out of those most are ancient pictures from fairs or seaside resorts of people posing with Felix the Cat or occasionally an off-model Mickey Mouse. I don’t seem to be compelled very often to acquire one like this, that just had an odd appeal and I snatched it up.

This picture comes via Instagram and my friend Mike Zohn over at @obscuraantiques. He has taken to doing a show-and-tell of recent buys for sale online. This has resulted in several purchases for me, most recently this advertising piece shown below which I purchased for Kim’s birthday. The post for it can be found here. (I actually spied the same piece in the antique annex in Red Bank a few weeks ago although in worse shape.)

I have written before about a rather beloved junk and antiques store Mike had on the lower eastside where I bought many photos, a display cabinet and many other treats. (A few of those posts can be found here and here.) Mike has been selling at a flea market in the city here over the summer but sadly we were in Jersey and missed him. I hope to eventually catch up with him here.

He was selling several tintypes and had divided them into a group with men and a group with women. This one caught my eye immediately. Hard to tell here but it is small, what would have been called a sixth-plate or about 2.5″x3.5″ image.

These two women are seated in front of a painted set of a landscape and as if they are seated outside in a fancy garden or on a veranda of sorts. I feel like we see the edges of the set, definitely at the bottom and perhaps at the top, which confirms that this is just a fictional background, perhaps even an indoor one.

Of course, it is the way they are decidedly turned away from each other, seeming to refuse to look at each other. As Kim said, you could easily write a story about it. Both are in summer dresses of the day and period. One is in white with a dark belt, with a dark parasol (a prop or hers?) leaning against her leg. She is looking downward. Her dark hat is hard to see clearly, and she leans on her arm with her other hand folded in her lap while she looks directly at the camera.

The other woman is in a wonderful summer-plaid dress with a white bib, also a dark belt and a very perky straw hat which sports something I thought was a feather but now I think is more of a flower or leaf. She is leaning on something which I thought might be the end of the bench they are sitting on, but I have decided it is something more in her lap. Both are wearing pretty bracelets which are hard to see without magnification. It isn’t a given but they could be sisters.

It is the space between them, the dark plant and the faux balustrade it is perched on that define the dark space divide created between them. Trees and clouds are in the painted distance which gives the image a sense of depth. At first I thought they were pointedly alienated from each other but spending time looking at it I think they are perhaps bored and not happy with being there and have placed themselves thus and are just sort of staring off rather than smiling for the camera. Nonetheless, the effect is as if they are somehow two halves of a whole, split down the middle.

Jersey Summer, Part 2

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Pam’s Pictorama Post: Yesterday I highlighted our day trip to Asbury Park as part of our summer vacation in New Jersey this year. (That post can be found here.) Today I just have some bits and pieces from the rest of our time off – some lovely visits with friends who came to stay for a few days and our wanderings into town, our annual visit to the local fireman’s fair (prior posts on the fair can be read here and here) and of course my adventures in gardening.

I am afraid I must report that gardening this year didn’t pan out especially well on the vegetable front – my sweet peppers have consistently been sneakily consumed, hollowed out by the likes, I believe, of a particular chipmunk who I spy daily (or a rotating cast of chipmunk characters), who teases me hopping around the deck every morning. Only my hot peppers (two varieties of jalapenos and one banana pepper) have performed admirably – the critters having tested them and realized that they were indeed too spicey. A few measly cherry tomatoes and a single full sized one round out the produce. Sigh.

*My favorite dahlia – red, pink and white.*

Meanwhile half the dahlias have had the good grace to bloom while I am here, the other half have buds but are holding out. I especially adore this red, pink and white one and the hummingbirds share my enthusiasm – they and the butterflies stop for long drinks of nectar there and I find bees drunk with the pollen as they roll around in them.

I commuted longer than usual before vacation on this trip and Kim and I discovered Senor Peppers restaurant and take out across from the train station. A little careful planning and I could place our dinner order when the train hit the station before mine and by the time we got to Red Bank our order was just about ready.

Ice cream ran a close second to Mexican food this summer and I discovered that Nicholas Creamery does a powerful peach ice cream which rivals Ryan’s, my go to until now. The Creamery has the great advantage however of being within walking distance of the house. We further explored blackberry and lemon pie flavors (thank you Deva for pushing us out of our comfort zone) which were wonderful, but peach is still my go to.

*Old tin mugs I purchased. I have a very fond memory of one at my grandmother’s house and I sort of can’t resist them.*

The weather ran to rain (after some extreme heat) which meant I had fewer beloved evenings out on the deck although we did sneak a few in at the end.

*The rather jolly interior of one of the Mexican restaurants we went to in Red Bank.*

A trip to Red Bank with our friend Bill resulted in several purchases. He and Kim did some buying at the comic book store, but I had my go at the Antique Annex. Among my purchases were: a cat picture (future post), a copy of Peggy Parker, Girl Inventor, some silverware (yes, I bought Bakelite silverware in Asbury and some silver flatware in Red Bank – we’ve been suffering a loss of silverware in the NYC apartment), and a rather extraordinary pink glass with images of stars on it.

*Just love this and would like to research it a bit.*

A later trip to Red Bank (taking Bill to the train) resulted in a real discovery – a new independent bookstore opened there in the last few months. Tucked on a side street called Monmouth it is called Crazy Story Books. It is large and well stocked and I look forward to many happy hours of shopping there.

A few select other dahlias.

Last night we hit the first night of the Fireman’s Fair. Kim and I took our favorite ride on a firetruck around the neighborhood and threw caution to the wind and went on a rather nutty, jarring ride in some flying saucer cars. We bought raffle tickets and of course lost and ended the evening with veggie burgers at our local diner. If I haven’t mentioned it before, the fireman’s fair which runs about a week, is one of the oldest and largest of its kind in the country and raises almost all of the annual funding for our (largely volunteer) fire and first aid. (A prior post about this fireman’s fair and its history can be found here.)

A ride on a fire engine!

Fireman’s Fair fun.

Kim’s distance walking has improved over our vacation and just today we walked into town and back – yay! So it is time to pack the New York kitties up and head back to Manhattan. I suspect this won’t get posted until after we are back there tomorrow. We need to gather up our dress duds and get ready for our trip to Washington on September 10 and Kim’s talk there so more to come about that soon too.

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Posting this shortly after arriving back in New York. Cats are recuperating under and on the bed. Unpacking (and lunch) up next!

Jersey Summer, Part 1: Asbury Park

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Pam’s Pictorama Post: This is my first round-up post about our summer days here in New Jersey. Our time here started a bit early (my friend who cares for the New Jersey cats went to Jamaica for a few weeks) with Kim working here and me commuting. Our two weeks of real vacation wraps tomorrow when we head back to Manhattan – again a bit early to accommodate Kim’s gig speaking at the Library of Congress and then SPX the second week in September. I will need to travel back to New Jersey in late September or early October if I want to see the last of my dahlias bloom however – several have stuck stalwartly to buds only.

Last weekend I seized the opportunity for Kim and I to grab a ride with a friend to Asbury Park. Kim had never been and I had investigated and found a few junk stores potentially worth checking out there. The Asbury of my childhood has receded almost entirely into the background of pricey new condos, townhouses and shore hotels superimposed on it.

*Maybe a future post on this little gem!*

We didn’t go to Asbury, or its kissing cousin across the lake Ocean Grove often (or nearly often enough for me), as a kid. I remember going to a doctor there and also a sort of girl scout outing there. We were taken to the amusement pier for a bit although it was largely closed down. (The other feature of that day is we made candles – I have no memory of exactly how all this matched up.) Seeing the pier and the then defunct Merry-Go-Round, lives in memory however and I always itched to go back but it was a little too far and a bit too rough around the edges for my folks to bother taking us. Somehow by the time I was in high school my crowd wasn’t one for going to the Stone Pony and we never got in the habit of going down there.

*A sort of average view from the interior of the Antiques Emporium.*

*I really wanted this weird jug but evidently, I have very good taste and he was too pricey!*

Kim is still recovering his distance walking and I wasn’t sure how much we could cover of the pier on this hot day, so we started at a smattering of junk and vintage clothing stores (and one rather superior used comics store), in a little downtown area with a larger antique annex next to it. After Kim bought some paperbacks at the comics store, we wandered to the annex. It is one largeish floor. The pickings seemed a bit thin at first but somehow as always, we came away with some interesting bits including this rather lovely plate of Psyche (shown here) and some Bakelite forks and spoons for the apartment in Manhattan. Kim came away with several Gene Autry novels he regrets buying. (He does not appear to regret the paperbacks however.)

*I think all these came from our Asbury junket!*

While we looked for a place to eat lunch we stumbled on a photo booth, and I insisted that we take photos. They are catnip for me; I can’t pass one without stopping.

Views of the pizza place and a period movie theater playing revivals.

We wandered a bit more and I saw a pizza place in a rather extraordinary old building and snapped these pics. However, in the end we decided on Mexican food. (This has been a bit of a theme for this vacation – we’ve eaten a lot of good Mexican food. Many Mexicans have settled in the area and there is no shortage of great places in Red Bank as well as this one in Asbury.)

Close to a train station, Asbury Park has clearly become a spot for day trippers and weekenders coming for a shore weekend even as their great grandparents may have. Every shop carries copious copies of Weird New Jersey magazine and absolutely every place is playing Bruce Springsteen – the ultimate in native son made good. We visited a shop that appears to specialize in occult publications – Bruce playing there as well (is it one loop somehow piped into all the shops?) but they had a very impressive Zoltar fortune telling machine which I gave a shot for a quarter.

*My fortune was very non-descript, but his delivery was well worth the price of admission.*

After lunch we walked to the boardwalk. Despite it being the afternoon and sunny, a breeze found its way, off the ocean or the small lake, which made it a pleasant walk. Asbury is beach and the ocean on one side and what they call lakes (small fingers of water) on the other two sides. Old pedestrian walkway bridges, as well as roads, cross them and this feature also always stuck with me from childhood. My grandmother’s preferred, red church was on the outskirts of one side, closer to her home in Long Branch and the town of Ocean Grove is to the south.

Some views of the old buildings in a state of decay or being repaired?

We walked along the south lake to the boardwalk and examined some of the old buildings, in various states of disrepair, there without making it all the way up to the original pier and bathing pavilion which appears to also be the process of renovation.

Heading back to where we were being picked up we walked along the Ocean Grove side. For those of you who aren’t familiar with the area, Ocean Grove is a Methodist camp founded in 1869. Maintained impeccably as a Victorian architecture gem and historic site, with its summer tent inhabitants, has held a dual fascination for the area which I have never had sufficient opportunity to explore. We could see old hotels on the ocean front, still in use, with wide porches with views that must incorporate sea and town in all directions.

*Swan pedal boats as the sun started to head down.*

In my mind these two towns have had a sort of remarkable Cain and Abel existence all these years. Cheek to jowl, the religious community which doesn’t even allow cars to drive through it on Sunday is a stone’s throw from the music venues and biker bars (we only saw one biker bar while we were there although my guess is that there are still a number of them tucked away) of Asbury. One can’t help but wonder how many Ocean Grove inhabitants sneaked quikely across the river on a Friday or Saturday night in summer for a different kind of fun.

Blasberg’s Grove, Hawthorne, NJ 1930

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Pam’s Pictorama Photo Post: I’m up and at it a bit late this morning – very welcome vacation days! Evidently I slept through a heavy and long rainstorm. I am writing this before I venture out to check for any damage to the more delicate flowers and plants in the garden – although in general they are grateful for all the water.

One of my New Jersey passions, developed in recent years, is collecting yard long and banquet style photos. I have mostly purchased New Jersey related ones (see posts from past summers here and here) and ones from seaside amusement piers (these in California here), although if I am being honest, I have another one to frame up of postal workers so there is some drift.

Today’s is a very real New Jersey theme, and full disclosure that my friend Larry Watson (www.larzfoto.com) did the initial research online. I sent the images to him as I know he shares my interest in these old photos and indeed he has some of his own that are family related.

Sadly, this photo is quite damaged and as I write it is pressed under some books upstairs to flatten it out. It isn’t so much the folds but the odd damage on the end, darkening part of it that is most troublesome. I bought it for $16 so I need to decide if I am investing (a not insignificant amount) in framing it or if I will tuck it safely in the flat files here for now. Still, I couldn’t not buy it and save it from the threat of demise. At least here it will at least be stored for future appreciation.

For all of that there are parts of this image I just love – the movement of some of the subjects, the sun shining. These men and boys are dressed up for this day in the country, likely imports from nearby New York City. As you will see, there is a lot of history attached to this photo. You all can weigh in on the frame or not to frame debate below.

Located in Hawthorne, New Jersey, I gather Blasberg’s Grove (or Blasberg’s Farm) was a popular locale for all sorts of outings – family reunions, weddings and community events. They entertained groups of hundreds of people at a time. Founded in 1910 it functioned this way for decades (not clear if it was also or previously an operating farm of some kind) until ultimately it was sold and subdivided into housing which bears the (somewhat ignominious) name of Blasbergs Farm Subdivision. Further poking does seem to point to fruit farming associated with the area in subsequent decades but not a lot of information there.

Clearly this is a sizable gathering. It is noted that it is the annual gathering of the Frank Vezzatti Assn. Light research shows that it was likely one of many political organizations – mysteriously called pleasure clubs in some of the research, which makes me think of something else frankly. There aren’t a lot of tracks about Frank Vezzatti except to say it was likely an Italian American political group of some kind in New York or urban New Jersey. Evidently loyalty of voters (notably men here although women had the vote – some younger boys got to go too) was perhaps ensured with food laden days in the country like this.

Worth noting that attire here is largely suits, ties and of course hats. Not really what we think of as clothes for a day in the country admittedly. Nonetheless, it is a documenting a glorious day! The sun shines through the trees and the light reflects and dapples on the ground.

The men, largely wearing (straw) hats, almost all in collared shirts and ties, frequently sporting jackets, all look at their leisure, many smoking cigarettes or cigars. One of the fellows front and center is blurred – that spot usually reserved for an honoree or important person so sort of odd that he is blurred, almost giving the photo a strange sense of movement.

Apologies for the late posting time today. Vacation intervened and an opportunity to take Kim to Asbury for the afternoon appeared and I left this unfinished. More about our adventures in Asbury next week!