Spring Street, Los Angeles

Pam’s Pictorama Photo Post: This was an unusual purchase at the most recent card show. I generally only buy location cards for places I know and am especially fond of. (For some local New Jersey ones you can find posts here and here.)

Although I have visited LA on many occasions, and I have a very close friend there who I love to visit, I have never become fond of the city. It is so enormous that even despite having covered a lot of territory over time, I still don’t really carry even rudimentary map of it in my head, although I guess I have pieced together some areas. Between the Met and Jazz at Lincoln Center I found myself out there on a more or less semi-annual basis, maybe more like every three years, up until Covid. I traveled less for Jazz after Covid and not back to Los Angles before leaving at the end of ’23. I don’t drive and even if I did, I still wouldn’t drive there, which to my mind always seems like just a lick and a prayer from getting killed let alone lost.

For all of that this hand painted night scene of an old Los Angeles with these green street cars (the one nearest us is labeled Hollywood) and glowing lights, just had to come home with me. It is far from a Los Angeles time any of us could know and it is amazing to consider one with such old buildings, small streets – public transportation! The huge moon hangs in the sky and streetlights and windows glow.

I can’t help but get drawn in and can imagine that this is a Los Angeles with some allure, what it might have been like to be there on a warm and sultry evening. Horses (some blurry with movement) remain a feature with several carts and a few carriages are being drawn by them. People throng the streets and sidewalks. Hard to see but the few women are in long dresses. I assume the photo was actually taken during daylight and (very effectively) painted into a night scene later.

Other than the partial sign for Parlors on the left, the others are largely lost in the printing and perhaps painting process. On the right the awning is for an undisclosed Studio (photo perhaps?) and to the back on the left there is a sign on the side of a building which appears to be for LA Clothiers. Unfortunately, even with a loupe the others are indecipherable.

The colors, which I sort of assume were striving for some accuracy, are great with the reddish building, the blueish one and then the green street cars – all illuminated by yellow and orange toned lights. The moon (a complete fiction?) is huge and shines down on this street with an illusion to a few clouds, no stars were attempted. The street blurs into the horizon, lined with streetlights, and appears to go on infinitely into the distance.

Wikipedia view.

A quick internet search actually reveals that some of these more massive buildings are extant today. If and when I make it back out there I might like to see Spring Street. This card was never used and was produced by the Newman Post Card Co. Los Angeles and San Francisco.

My favorite son and export of Los Angeles is of course Kim who fondly remembers coming into consciousness there. He fondly describes his first memories of the world taking place in a bungalow in a residential area. (That too seems to exist as his father sent him Google photos of it not that many years ago.) Kim may have seen this card first – I don’t remember – but we agree it was a worthy if unusual purchase.

A Joyous Halloween

Pam’s Pictorama Post: I am a bit late this morning – slept in to try to nix a nascent head cold and then went down the rabbit hole of some other responsibilities. However, now that I am getting geared up, I thought I would cheer us all up with a Halloween entry as that spook-a-thon is now a week away.

Halloween is cheerfully embraced where I work these days and not only do folks dress up but there is a much-vaunted contest by department. There was interest in the administrative folks on my floor banding together, but it turns out that my staff to a one is Halloween adverse. Funny, I seem to meet a lot of people these days who do not see the charm in the holiday. Europeans tend to find our version a bit over the top and I can understand that if you didn’t grow up here – but I am a bit surprised at how many people are just like, yep no thanks on Halloween. Personally, a day when I can at least throw on my cat ears and maybe a tail is a good one. Not to mention the glory of black cat merchandise that the holiday is responsible for producing.

Today’s postcard is an embossed and shiny gold trimmed one with a black cat driving a grinning (leering) jack-o-lantern cart of sorts which is fueled by six captive rodents (I am voting rats here as they are in reality the same size as the cat), with the lead fellow looking particularly chipper and come hither, standing on his hind legs.

The cat has a long and curling (rat tail like?) whip he is playing. He sports some sort of sash across him and a smart top hat. No smiling task master this though – he is baring his teeth in a snarly grimace. In addition, he displays claw paws, a tail in somewhat of a state of alarm and so many, many whiskers!

A single star appears over a smiling moon rising. Pink clouds are a nice contrast over blue ones and a darkening blue sky. There is a town with some towers of sorts in the distance, behind trees. The best for me is the checkered gold design at the top and bottom.

Our jack-o-lantern cart is also a bit malevolent. Eyes are rolling upward and his carved grin is a bit sharply snaggle toothed. It casts a blue shadow and runs on little red painted wheels. It should be noted that the mechanics of it have not been ignored and one can see where the rats are secured to it in numerous spots. The gold trim, still in good shape, shines over the whole card creating a play of highlights.

This card was never mailed and there is nothing written on the back. A small maker’s mark (an SB) indicates that this was made by Solomon Brothers who appear to have specialized in a line of holiday cards at the dawn of the last century.

Meanwhile, I had a mousie encounter the other day. I had a very early morning workout with my trainer (via zoom) in our basement gym here. I was pretty sleepy and as my eyes began to focus, I realized that what I thought was a particularly large dust bunny (our building not really notable for its gym cleanliness), was in actuality a fat, gray mouse perched on top of the mats hanging on the wall. While generally a friend to most animals (for some reason I am a bit iffy on crocodiles) it doesn’t mean that the sight of a mouse doesn’t generally send me to standing on a chair and screaming in a good imitation of Olive Oyl.

I managed to keep my (relative) cool and decided that we could co-exist for the hour as long as we maintained our own space. This was ultimately achieved, although he did flick his tail a few times. I didn’t have the heart to report the tiny fellow to the powers that be, after all he was just trying to get in out of the cold I guess. On the other hand, I hope he isn’t waiting for me still when I go down later today.

Quite Pleasant

Pam’s Pictorama Post: Today is a Louis Wain card I picked up the other day, a bargain due to the small hole and damage in the upper left corner. I imagine it hung on a wall maybe? Odd spot for just one hole. Nonetheless, it is fine for our enjoyment here at Pictorama.

Regular readers know I have a bit of a fascination with what it would be like to be using and receiving such cards on a daily basis. Maybe after a dinner party or gathering you might receive this one with a note on the back as a thank you. (Don’t even get me started on the dearth of thank you notes written now – I mean I would take them by email but gosh! Saying thank you is a dying art.)

It was quite pleasant is in script at the top, the sort of note Wain seemed to favor on this series of cards. I wonder how he did it – it appears to be his handwriting but somehow, I don’t think it was on the original art for example. (For similar Louis Wain cat cards you can find posts here and here for starters.) Two very different cat couples are enjoying themselves in a gently festive atmosphere. An odd sort of fluffy standing lamp almost looks like a hat on this lady cat, sporting a big blue bow and holding a pink fan in her paw hand.

She and the gent bringing a hot drink are making eye contact. He has more sort of collar on, green. His green eyes match and her blue eyes match her bow. The whiskers and eyebrows of all the cats stand out very straight. All four are brown tabbies, three browns and a gray. The pair smiles at each other and they both have white spots on their chest and tummies as well as sort of a white star in their faces. They are a sweet next-door-neighbor kind of couple.

There is a long bench they are all seated in front of and sort of potted ferns as a background behind them. The other cat couple is where things get a bit more Wain. There is something a bit racier about that gray striped girl with the big red bow slightly askew. Her nose and mouth a bit redder than the others, yellow eyes. She (somehow) holds a fan in a paw we cannot see while Mr. Brown Tabby appears to have an arm around her. She looks like a party girl! Meanwhile, Mr. Brown Tabby has a bit of a leer, like he is having some thoughts that would not bear sharing. His smirk and sideways look at her say it all.

Fair to say a good time, if a somewhat different time, was had by all. One thing I find a bit odd is that the gray girl and boy with the cup and saucer both have oddly short tails – I assume this was a sort of foreshortening but there is something a bit off about it. In addition to the ferns, there is a decorative screen of the type I think might have been popular at the time. There is a sort of screwy abstract design in the pink, yellow and blue found elsewhere in the card.

This card was never sent so we are left to just imagine what parties it might have thanked hosts for in that long ago Victorian time. Louis Wain on the other hand, remains timeless.

Catskill

Pam’s Pictorama Post: It is a crisp fall morning here in New York City and my mind is wandering to trees changing and the particular joys of this season on the east coast. I feel like trees have not really started to change yet in the city although maybe a stroll through Central Park will tell me differently. I remarked in New Jersey a few weekends ago on the absence of any leaf color yet. Having once worked for Central Park I know the variables required for the changing color of leaves is a specific rubric of cold air, snow the prior winter and rain since. Tricky business as to when and how much.

I have always loved the changing color of leaves in the fall (as does Kim who collects particularly interesting specimens on the streets of New York to share with me), but until I went to college I had not given much thought to people who had never lived with it. A friend from the west coast was fascinated by the leaves changing in Connecticut that first year which brought it home to me how special it is. Living in London a few years later I missed it. The leaves change there, but I guess but it didn’t feel the same, maybe living in a city for the first time. However, I made a quick trip to Berlin by happenstance and I remember that the leaves were turning and the yellow fall light was more like home. (It brought my grandparent’s home in Westchester to mind in particular for some reason.)

All this makes me daydream about a day trip upstate – pumpkins and fresh apple cider on tap. I doubt we will do it this year, various responsibilities tie us to Manhattan right now. And I should note that this card actually shows a summer vacation there. Nonetheless, it is bringing an autumn trip to my mind.

This card was purchased at an earlier iteration of the postcard show – maybe back last year. A vendor there specializes in Catskill cat cards, and I have bought several from her. (A few other Catskill postcard posts can be found here and here.) This one, sporting these two vacationeers in their jaunty outfits, made me laugh. I especially like that their hiking attire allows for tail visibility and maximum mobility – and that their sort of gaiters or hiking socks are perhaps that or more likely just the stripes of their tabby legs. Jaunty caps allow for expressive pointy ear movement as well. One cat gentleman has a walking stick and the other maybe binoculars, it is a bit indistinct. The one with the stick has a kerchief tied around his neck, while the other displays a sort of button down top – both are nice, belted jackets over walking length shorts or gaiters. This is some serious hiking attire for the early part of the 20th century.

Oddest of all though is this little pack cat trailing behind them. Although each of the anthropomorphic cats is carrying a case (which may be strapped across them?), this poor, smaller tabby kit has a pack and perhaps also a case strapped to his back. His paws somehow don’t quite touch the ground (was the artist thinking of horses and all feet off the ground at some point running?) giving him the appearance of floating or maybe hopping along behind them.

The front of a very early car pokes into sight at the bottom, a bright green. It has lines emanating from it which might mean it is a bit overheated – it doesn’t seem like those old round headlights are emitting the rays. Best of all however, there is a tiny mouse perched on the front of the car as hood ornament, a small comical detail.

Our gentleman cat hikers are on a path surrounded by evergreens which appear somewhat dwarfed to fit this scene. More green trees and mountains entice from the distance. At the top of the card it reads, Vacation Days, in the Catskills, N.Y. 229. This card was never mailed and the maker on the back is, C. W. Hughes & Co. Inc., Mechanicville, N.Y. and C. T. American Art Colored. No artist is credited. C.W. Hughes appears to have had a several decade but somewhat unimpressive run from about 1900 into the 1930’s. A local New York company as shown, not much notable is found about them.

I leave you with the October nip in the air and a desire for pumpkins, gourds, apples and the like. I will see how best I might scratch this particular itch before fall descends into the holidays and then winter. For those of you craving more, I share a link from a prior post trip up to Cold Spring a few years ago. It can be found here.

Cat and Mouse

Pam’s Pictorama Post: On the front the sender wrote, Dear Mally, Please thank your mistress for her nice letter. Is the turtle dead yet? Be a good cat and don’t get a sun stroke this summer. Your loving friend. Greta.

It was this brief missive on the front which nudged me toward buying this card yesterday. It was mailed to, An “Mally” Care of Miss Anna Albertson, Magnolia, Camden Co., New Jersey. It is postmarked four (!) times, from Philadelphia at 1 AM, March 18, 1902; as an Exp. Letter with the markings Vevey, -9.V.02 -7, Exp. Lettr. (that one is repeated); and Magnolia, NJ and 1902 the rest is illegible. It is a good thing she didn’t try to do more than address the back of this card. The card was produced in Eastern Europe with maker’s information in several languages.

The card is lightly embossed in places – the cat’s eyes and paws and the mouse emerging. The drawing is nicely rendered and there is a house, a branch with some leaves, and a tree, peeping out behind the cat. This is a soft and friendly looking cat with a gentle glow in its eyes- who I might add isn’t actually really looking at the mouse and certainly not threatening it. The mouse looks equally congenial.

Cats can be funny about mice – and rodents in general, thinking rats here. In my life I have seen them eat dry cat food out of a bag side by side and I have also seen cats hunt rats and deliver a series of dead mice, moles and voles, to our doorstep growing up. One of the Jersey Five killed a mouse recently and left it near the front door – warning or gift. (It is hard to understand a mouse stupid enough to enter that house, yet we have visitors occasionally.) Our outside cat visitor, Hobo, was found eating a rat once.

Back of the card with four cancellations.

Much like humans, it is hard to understand the cat motivation and why they can be unpredictable this way. I attribute the recently deceased mouse at the house to Miss Peaches without having a way to know for sure. Female cats are often the hunters and she is quite feral. Still, virtually all of them lived on the street at one point and presumably it is one way they managed to eat. I always wonder when I see cats and rodents living together if someone shouldn’t be concerned that on a bad day the cat will just munch it?

Alas, meanwhile I wonder what was wrong with the poor turtle and its ultimate fate! Mally the cat must have liked to sunbathe in the extreme heat, hence the warning about sun stroke. This was written in March and so maybe dreaming a bit of summer days and a visit to come or one passed. Even the scene on the card looks a bit wintery. Camden and Philadelphia are not too far apart although I assume in 1902 getting from one to the other was a bit of an event and conceivably it was less urban than Philadelphia at the time.

So there you have the first of the haul from yesterday’s postcard show. Kim was a patient co-conspirator and helped me do some of the searching. It was not one of my most comprehensive purchases but a few gems to come.

Falling: A New Leaf

Pam’s Pictorama Photo Post: I am taking some liberty today in sharing this New Year’s card. However, autumn has always been my mental New Year in many ways. I am one of those people who never left the back-to-school mentality and as the leaves change and the chill comes, I start to think of starting anew rather than of a year dying.

Fall this year has been spent at many work related events and I share a portrait of Cookie and Blackie below from an event we held this week. The artist, Andrea Cáceres (@andrecaceresg or hello@andreacaceres.com), was employed for a full evening of pet portraits which she mostly did from photos, although the live pooches in the room were many too.

Pet portrait by Andrea Cáceres.

And across the room was a pet psychic, Phoebe Hoffman (info@phoevehoffman.com or PhoebeHoffman.com). I spent about 10 minutes with her talking about NJ cat resident, Stormy. I have always wondered about her past – she is a gentle but extremely fearful stray who was still very young when Mom found her. She seemed to know what a house and people were all about however.

Phoebe said that Stormy had indeed had a home, but she was largely neglected, was either left or lost. Stormy is a sweet little thing, gray tabby, but even over several years will not quite let you touch her.

She also told me that Stormy is living a very happy life (no surprise there), but while she appreciates her cat family, they annoy her sometimes – the other four of the Jersey Five, three are bro’s. (I am afraid they do pick on her a bit.) Stormy seeks alone time and finds corners of the house to be left in peace. Evidently, she “needs to be herself and has some sass in her” and will likely come around to being petted in her own time, but she likes that we don’t push her. She was fond of my mother, who was not mobile at the end of her life (we would joke that Stormy liked that she could never go after her) and Stormy would come and visit Mom in the middle of the night sometimes.

Our Miss Stormy. She does love to eat but she is scaredy cat.

Meanwhile, I’m not entirely sure that I rise entirely to the celebration (albeit gentle) of this card, however I am considering how best to renew myself for the coming year and live my best life. Of course, it is the black cat that does it for me on this card. He looks like he might just start drinking the champagne if these two are heading out of the room – which perhaps they are. It is his interest and annoyed cat urgency (pay attention to me) that makes the card fun.

It is a photo-collage, with the couple dropped into a drawing of a room and New Year’s celebration. (I wonder if the drawing is also somehow from a photo but I can’t quite figure that out.) There are interesting patterns on the tablecloth – streamers fallen from above for this private midnight celebration? Looking up that seems to be the case. The pattern on the woman’s dress picks up the green of the streamers, the pattern on the champagne bucket, some pears and a few paintings on the wall. Our lady is looking out at the viewer while the gentleman’s attention is entirely on her. A private party launch into the new year – home alone with kitty and champagne.

The card was never used and so I have no precise information about a date. It says, Bonne Annee at the bottom so we know it is French. The maker appears to be REX and there is a serial number. All I can find is that they were, not surprisingly, makers of this type of card in the early 20th century and presumably French.

Pictorama readers may remember that October is our anniversary which rings in later this week at 26 years. I love that our anniversary is this time of the year. While the actual day was unseasonably warm, the crisp fall brings it to mind. Kim and I have never been much on celebrating our anniversary, however I wouldn’t be surprised if my gift for him shows up in a future post. It is small but interesting. Not saying any more about it for now. But I will let this card be our celebration placeholder for now.

One of my dahlias last week when I was in NJ – no reason, just because I can share!

In the real world Kim is escorting me to the postcard show in Greenwich Village today and that and lunch out will likely count for our annual observance of the anniversary. More to come in future posts.

However, a shot across the bow and know that change is coming to the denizens of Deitch Studio and Pictorama. I am not exactly sure of our precise course, but we seem to be headed on the path. I generally find change abhorrent (I am indeed cat-like in this way, love my routine), but deep down I know that all will be even better when the dust settles. Stay tuned.

Fickle Puss

Pam’s Pictorama Post: It is a stormy Sunday here in Manhattan as I write this – day two of a Nor’easter which is huge and parked itself over the eastern seaboard.

It is especially wreaking havoc on my area of New Jersey it seems. I had planned to head down today but had rescheduled due to something other than the weather. However, now lots of flooding, the Asbury pier and boardwalk we were so recently on is covered by the swollen ocean for the moment and nearby places like Point Pleasant seem to have high tide water up to their doors and worse. (My Asbury Park post can be found here.) My dahlias are taking a beating and our basement pump may or may not be holding its own.

Orwashers was crowded yesterday morning when we went for our weekly order! It was a cozy haven in the storm.

Here in New York the apartment is cold (no heat yet!) and as a result we slept late under the warm blankets. Even when Blackie came to get us he was somewhat seduced by the warm sleepiness and curled up for a brief purr and pet.

With a Pictorama sort of logic I have chosen a Louis Wain card to cheer us up on this stormy weather day. The set up is a simple one but executed with pure Wain. Three tabby cats in a love triangle. The orange male who is evidently older, dropping both a cane and a pipe in shock as he looks on in dismay at what we assume is his wife cat. She is with her new paramour, a sporty gray tabby who uses an umbrella as a walking stick. He wears a natty bow and I must say, there’s something a little wicked in his smile. (She may regret this!) So enamored are they of each other that they don’t even see Mr. Orange Tom. The house in the background completes the story – our slick erstwhile gray tabby man is a homewrecker.

Back of the card.

The unnamed sender of this card appears to take advantage of the scene and gently tweaks, I shouldn’t have though you to have been so long without sending me a card. On the back it is addressed to, Master C. T. Travers, Woolfanger, Warlingham, Surrey. It was sent from London SW on March 20, 1905 at 12:15 AM. Not quite the sad tale of Wain’s cat woe, but still an appropriately chosen card. I assume it was to a child and that they would know immediately who would be writing this note from London. I’m sure he rushed to send a response and clearly this was kept somewhere safely since it has come down to us more than a hundred years later.

A new dahlia which waited to bloom for the first time when I wasn’t there! This bloom brought in before the storm and photo sent to me this morning.

The storm here continues apace – evidently into tomorrow. We ran some errands yesterday during a lull so I think we are positioned for a quiet day at home. Maybe some cleaning, lots of reading and perhaps a bit of cooking. I wish the same for all of you – especially those who are also in the line of this storm. Stay safe and have a cozy day if you can!

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.

Back of card.

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.

Love me little, love me long…

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.

Back of card.

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.

Vacation in the Air

Pam’s Pictorama Photo Post: Today is the first day of vacation. First thing this moring I wandered outside in my pj’s, admired the dahlias and some just emerging zinnias and popped a few ripe strawberries in my mouth while the coffee finished perking in the kitchen. I have fortified myself with one of my friend’s popover, provided earlier this week, and now I sit with my second cup of coffee (coffee so good this morning I texted a friend that I felt like I was swilling it) and share this new favorite card with you.

Strawberry plants offer a few nibbles every morning.

I purchased this postcard just before we left New York and it has just made its way here from Britain. I haven’t acquired one of these big kitty chair photos in a very long time. This cat chair is a bit smaller than some and sitting sidesaddle on him seems quite easy. My very favorite part is the way she is holding onto his (her?) little round cat ears!

The woman is wearing a white dress and sandals and she is dressed a bit differently than the general sort of togs we see in these holiday photos. (Early examples from my collection can be found in posts here, here and here for comparison.) The woman is smiling sort of placidly – a good sport but not embracing it quite as much as I think I might have given the opportunity. (I would have been bouncing with excitement!)

Meanwhile, Kitty is a bit bowlegged which gives him an especially cheerful look. He has a ribbon around his neck and a Steiff-y sewn on nose and mouth. We can barely see it, but kitty has a big fluffy tail up behind her. There is some vegetation in the background and what appears to be ivy climbing up a stone wall. This doesn’t have the seashore feel that some of these have and as I said before, this appears to be a somewhat smaller cat so likely a different location although obviously it is a resort area of sorts. This card was never mailed so we don’t have any sense of date or precise location. Oddly it has a narrow fold at the very top like maybe it was kept in a book and sticking out just the slightest bit.

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The dahlias in the garden have either gone plumb wild or not come up. It’s an odd year.

I am savoring the delicious moment of my entire vacation stretching ahead of me. All things are possible at the beginning, and it is a cool morning here in New Jersey which beckons us outside. My dahlias are blooming and the red ones in particular are attracting my favorites, the hummingbirds. (I have not captured them in a photo and am unlikely to as they are so mercurial.) Evenings under the fairy lights are ahead as well as good food and friends visiting, cats to be fed and petted. More to come but enjoy this grand kitty chair for now.