My grandmother kept this congratulatory letter from her brother after the birth of my mom. It’s surreal to know that this is how people once communicated because this is all they knew. My uncle got word of my mother’s birth through a written letter. Not an electronic message, television, radio or even a newspaper. After getting the news my uncle sat down, put quill to paper and wrote his sister a letter of congratulations.
“Dear Lillian and all, December 16, 1931
Congratulations, your card was forwarded to me by Emma (?)
So it is a girl, and you gave her a name i always liked
How I would like to meet her and i would like to send her a present worth while but will have to wait until I am doing something. but she will have something coming so you can tell her that for now.
I am glad you are all right for i must admit I was worried.
The cards you sent out are the best I ever saw (can’t read the following 4 words)
I wrote Bill yesterday suppose he has my letter by now.
Sorry I can’t send you some money to help you out but may be able to send some later.
Write when you are able and tell me all the news.
Sweet memories 🙂
I am not quite sure if this particular photo op still exists within the park. The covered wagon photo is my sister sitting on the left next to who I think may be her friend Mimi. Not totally sure who the adults are. I do know that the bucking bronco one as shown above is still around.. That girl ‘yeeehawww’ing in that picture is my mother. It would be cool to get back there someday and get a picture sitting on that same horse prop. I mean, it’s probably gone through so many refurbishments over the years but just posing for the same kind of picture would be cool having side by side. Someday…. if time and money allows. I’ll add that to my bucket list.
Speaking of money, check out the reprint prices from back in the day. Classic! 🙂
…and I am discovering also that he liked to take pictures. He was pretty dang good at it too! I’ve been doing a lot of research on him and am finding out he accomplished a lot in his life. Sure wish I had been given the chance to meet him. This picture is of my toddler mom and another little one sitting in what I think is the park across the street from our family home. I like how my grandma made sure to write on the photos who is who for her albums. No idea who the other girl is, but she didn’t look as happy to be there as my mom. Mom’s smile is precious in this picture, she was such an adorable baby. Just sayin… 😉
Judging by this picture, my mom was a real happening chick with a classy chassis that liked to hang out at beach clubs with her friends. She tended to steer clear of squares and instead would spend hours in the sun during the summer cruising for a bruising and possibly scoring a swell guy and playing back seat bingo with him at the drive ins Whew… I had to google 1950’s slang in order to type that. How odd would it be to be able to say those things naturally?
Still, my mom was a hottie wasn’t she? No idea who the boys are in the picture but they certainly seemed like a wild bunch.
Borrego Springs must have been a real happening place to go to. Definitely worth some research.
This is in bad shape, looks like it had come in contact with moisture at some point and there is a bit of mildew on the cover. It’s a pocket sized leather card holder that is dated 1950 (which is also the year my mom graduated high school) I know that Job’s daughters is sort of the female version of the Mason’s. I had no idea my mom was a member until I found this card. My father was a mason, proudly. I remember him going to his meetings all dressed up in his suit and tie. The lodge in Torrance was located in the now historic downtown area (it’s probably still there, who knows) and his mother was a member of the Order of the Eastern Star which is also a mason’ish woman’s club. When grandma died she left her ring to me, I need to find it… it had an interesting little emblem on it that I meant to research.
It’s still cool to have found this. My mom was a card carrying Job’s Daughter and I had no idea!
Had a very quiet and simple Valentine’s day with my beloved and furkids. Then tonight we went out to the Pershing Community Club on post and had a five course dinner. They had it last year too and it was delish so I have been looking forward to it ever since. Now, here I sit in a food coma not wanting to move and thinking to myself “Oh, crap.. I haven’t scanned any new pictures like I said I would!” Procrastination… it’s becoming a bad, bad habit. I found a small album that has pages of pictures of just places. It looks like it was taken on a trip and there are explanations written on them but its just of places, no people. My uncle traveled a lot so I’m guessing they were his pictures. You’ll see when I post them, they are interesting in their own odd way.
I also got an email reminder that my sister’s birthday is in one week. FTD has sent me that reminder for years now and I just can’t cancel it, yet. I’ve been thinking of doing something in her honor for her birthday… something she would do if she was still here. Maybe a donation in her name to http://rabbit.org/ She loved her bunnies. Right after our mom passed away she went right out and got herself some rabbits, and not just two… several. Like, too many. Mom didn’t want to have any pets in the house except for her cat Tigger.
Oh, Tigger… I need to find a photo of him. There was a house down the street that had stray cats and kittens everywhere. EVERYWHERE. I clearly remember the house being in crap shape but people lived in it. They were nice but somehow their population of cats had gotten out of control. My friends and I would ride our bikes by the house and see all those cats and kittens that would promptly scatter every which way when we got too close. ALL of them were feral. One day one of the people that lived there came out and told us that if we could catch a kitten we could keep it. I was 12 years old and wanted one of those kittens badly so I went home and asked my mom if I could have one. “NO” she said. No reason given, just no. So I went and got a kitten anyway. Hey, I didn’t see any logic in mom’s decision and therefore in my pre teen mind it must be wrong. At first I thought I would keep my newly acquired semi feral kitten in my outside playhouse. I would leave food and water down in there and he would come and go as he pleased with my mother none the wiser. That lasted maybe a week, one day I came home from school and I was asked about the orange kitten that kept jumping in and out of my playhouse. She was angry for a while and would tell me “That cat needs to go to the pound, we aren’t keeping it!” Eventually Tigger found his place in her heart and slowly he became my mom’s after I moved out. After that Tigger became the excuse for no other animals coming into the house. “No, because it would upset Tigger” she would say as if Tigger was a tender soul. Hah! I saw that cat jump onto a Golden Retriever’s back and ride it like a cowboy just for it barking at him. He could have easily handled his own, but mom was a creature of habit and her habit of saying “NO” to any new animals in the home stayed firm right up until she passed away. Tigger lived to the ripe old age of 19 and I had the task of taking him in for his final vet visit a few months after mom passed. After that, Cindi went rabbit crazy. I think at one time she had 7 or 9 rabbits and she loved them all dearly. Her rabbits.. and her neighborhood squirrels. Loves of her life. Yep, I think a donation in her name would be perfect!
With that being said here are some more of the cute flufflings that I had the pleasure of helping at the vet I worked at overseas.
We’ve all made one at least once in our kindergarten/elementary school years. It’s sort of a right of passage as a kid. I made this in Kindergarten and I must say it isn’t too shabby with how old it is. I remember in school they always sent us home proudly with projects like glued on spray painted silver macaroni pictures, shrink e dinks and lots and lots of clay figures. My parents kept them all .. ALL. You wouldn’t believe what I’ve found so far, but since it’s almost Valentine’s day this will be the first one in my collection.. so here it is..
Gotta love that super groovy giant ruled paper that kindergartners were given to write on in order to stay within the lines.
Lion Country Safari. Long since extinct from Southern California but it stood proudly in Irvine for 14 years before it finally closed to make way for a water park. I was soooo young back then but I do remember vaguely sitting in a hot car riding with my parents as they tried to point out lions and tigers in the distance. I never remembered the animals being like the ones in the brochure. They were always sleeping soundly underneath shade somewhere in the distance. Maybe that’s why they eventually shut down, too many people getting out of their cars in search of their photo op with the Bengal tiger or elephant with baby. Wouldn’t surprise me at all!
So, the history about this picture is that is my mom and sister. My mom’s hair was pretty wild back then but from what I remember that was the in style. If you watch any of those vintage ‘Match Game’ episodes on GSN from the mid to late 70’s just about every woman that comes on there has a high hairdo. I know mom Aqua Netted her hair practically to death. I never related that smell as hair spray, it was more ‘mom smells’ since she used it so much. On this day my dad and I had taken a separate jeep in front of them and we were waiting for my mom and sister to catch up. As soon as they came out of the tunnel behind them mom threw up her pointing finger as if to say “oh no you AREN’T taking my picture!” *click* Dad went rogue and snapped a picture anyway.. hence this funny moment 🙂 Mom was always pretty hyper critical of my dad. She loved to pick at him when people were around as sort of an attention seeking joke. I didn’t realize it was wrong or that it really affected me until I caught myself doing it to my husband. I can proudly say that once I figured that out I never did it again, kids are sponges.. they soak in anything they see. But back on topic.. this picture was taken at Lion Country Safari sometime in the 70’s and much to my mother’s dismay judging by the look on her face. hah.. poor mom 🙂 at least my sister is smiling.
The cake I had for my eighteenth birthday! It was made for me as a surprise from my mom and sister. Roger Rabbit was ‘the’ Disney movie back then (should tell ya what year it was then) so I got a lot of RR themed goodies. Somewhere in my bag o stuffed animals I even still have my stuffed Roger Rabbit, back when Disney stuffed animals didn’t look so ‘cookie cut’ like they do today *shakes cane* yeah yeah.. I sounded like an old codger right there but come on, don’t you miss some of the cool things from yesteryear? My cake wasn’t silk screened on or didn’t have layers of different flavors or exotic fillings.. but it was all mine and bought with love by my family 🙂