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Tag: scenic views from the 20th century

  • The way of all history

    I was, I think, 19 when I first read John Hersey’s, “Hiroshima”. I was working in a bookstore. Preferable would have been a job at the real bookstore in town that I used to haunt on the weekends, a small, cramped shop that smelled of books, its shelves so stuffed with books, books piled on…

  • A long story about bats and how a garden isn’t necessarily a cheap way to eat

    BitchPHD has a bat story. Now Stonebridge has his bat story. So I’ve gotta tell my bat story. Husband was in a new band. Bad band. Let’s not talk about it. A drummer friend had also joined. This was eons ago. As husband and drummer were going to be on the road quite a bit…

  • Pot pies, Patriot Act, and the myth of TV dinners

    See the above pic? It’s from some Raleigh North Carolina exhibit, dated 1952 and it is testament to two things. First, it testifies to the fact that people were already eating TV dinners before they came in foil trays. Second, collapsible TV trays existed before foil-packed TV dinners. Had the picture been taken a year…

  • No other purpose but for the memory book

    Ok. No one is going to be interested in this post except for a very small group of people who attended Jason Lee school in Richland, Washington in 4th grade in 1966-1967. And chances are perhaps not even they would be interested. And chances are zero that any of that small group of people who…

  • For Tri-City, Washington State People – Pancake House 1967

    Everyone else can say, “What do I care about an old pancake house!” and move along. This is the pancake house on George Washington Highway, 1967, in Richland, Washington. I loved that pancake house. We took a picture of it when we were leaving Richland because it was one of the favored places where the…

  • Mid 20th century Kansans who believed in Evolution

    Here they are. Mid 20th century Kansans in Lawrence, believers in evolution. I’m the one with the recessive genes. (For some reason, my son has been begging to see pics of me when I was a baby. So I unearthed the few that I have.)

  • Growing up in the shadow of Mt. Fuji

    Growing up in the shadow of Mt. Fuji

    The UN nuclear arms conference began on Monday. The countdown to midnight has been moved forward again to 7 minutes to midnight, the same setting as when the clock debuted 55 years ago. Picture on right: Hanford B reactor, source of the plutonium for Fatman. Source: http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/trinity/articles/part1.html In 1960 I was three years old and…

  • Friday Cat Blogging on Thursday

    We currently have no cat. We have not had a cat in several years, which is unusual for us as we always had cats before. I could blog about our goldfish, and perhaps will. Tomorrow, while others post pics of their current cats I’m going to perhaps post fish pics, having already written today about…

  • What would a Minoan goddess do–vague thoughts on gratuities and peon empires

    Not doing the Hooters jiggle This is a long post. As long as it is because it’s a subject I didn’t want to occasion any sense of trivialization, which I felt was happening in an initial shorter version. The Maidenform dream and the election train Alicublog makes the post Guy Thing in response to Sex,…

  • Ongoing confession of a long-standing party-pooper pessimist

    Back in the early 80s, there was a lower economic area of Buckhead that began to eat itself in the hopes of attaining glory. We lived in the area right before it began to chow down. The name of the apartment “complex” may have been Oak Hill. My husband thinks it may have been Oak…

  • Why the bass player cried that night

    Five or six years ago I tried blogging. We lived across the RR track, right next to the RR track, our too picturesque view of the world being the RR track and beyond it the large warehouse of a large dry cleaning establishment into which I never saw a single customer walk, which let the…

  • I was back at the bottom of the hill, it was night, and I had started my walk up it

    Wednesday a.m. I was still stressing over CSS when from the other room came ooo, nice tingly tinkly xylophone on PBS Kids. Early millennium gateway to jazz of yesteryear. For the second time in two days I felt briefly upbeat. And then PBS took my new happy theme music away and returned to the Arthur…