Again a long lapse and I apologize. Stomach flu followed by a gut infection (no more need be said) knocked me down low. Just as I recovered it was time for the book sale at the local library. I worked that and have volunteered to help sell vintage books and leisure reading lots of used books for them on E-Bay. I will let you know when it goes active and encourage you to help our tiny library grow while getting good deals on reading materials and vintage books.
So while doing research on vintage books to get a price, this photo fell from the pages of one of them. If you look on the right the man there is wearing shorts too big for him and has a definite tan line there . Don’t worry though his trucks are drying in the foreground. Looking at it we guessed it to be a Navy swim call about WWII.
Finding it made me smile so I share a happy moment during a war.
Remember the interesting postcard from a spurned admirer? The one to Mattie Longmire? Well I found a follow up one that seems by the writing to be from the same admirer. This one is from June 1908 in Lu___, Tennessee. I couldn’t read the month on the other so I can’t tell you which comes first. Again it’s hard to read the writer’s message, partly due to age, partly due to penmanship, partly due to cramming so much in there. This one gets very creepy in a crazy stalker kind of way. I’m not sure if that’s my modern woman mind alarms. I’m thinking this after the ship card because he seems to say it was the 28th. I’ll do my best. So shall we continue the story of Mattie and her suitor? As always if you can improve on my attempt at transcribing please let me know. The comments are open below.
My Dear Little Girl Mattie,
How are you by this time I am sorry you have to _____ for wash. If I had my say I wouldn’t let you do anything. I thought I would send you a lot of doges this time to match all the cats. (in pencil) Ha Ha (end pencil) I believe you said you thought more of dogs than you did cats. So you know I _______ to ___________. ____________ You live best I have been fl____ today been(?) hot and mad at the old nite (?) Flys they have been something my sister and I all with. They were dead. I have killed sveral of them today. (in pencil) by by you (end pencil)
Well the lost letter came today to OGR I this to be a fool for I not the rich(?) man as he go__ ____ and was ___ not the 28th
So why write to a gal about killing flies then go back and write in by by you? Same for the ha ha after the comment about the dogs on the front. It seems Mattie wrote a letter back. It appears she claimed it was a misunderstanding about dates. However our writer seems to think it’s the money the other many has. Oh and he had his dates right…. and is a good fly killer.
Jack my cat.
If you have been reading my blog you have met our cat Jack. He came with our house. He’s an indoor/outdoor cat. Tried to make him an indoor cat but he’d been an outdoor cat/garage cat when we moved here. Any way he won the debate and now goes in and out during the day.
That’s when we began to notice our tom wasn’t concerned with appearance. He’d come in so dusty when you patted him he made clouds like Pigpen. If it was raining he wanted out and would come in wet. Did he groom right away? No way. He’d try to rub himself dry on my legs and lap. Later with a space heater he’d come in and doze there letting the heat do the job and smelling the room up of wet cat. He’ll come in with dirt outlining his nose and not care. I tell him. He just purrs happily with a black outlined nose. After dining he’ll sometimes wander around with food on his chin. Again I’ll point it out, he’ll just purr. He does groom himself very well, it’s just once a day… in the middle of the kitchen floor… while I am making dinner. Until I chase him away so I won’t step on him, then in a huff he’ll trot upstairs to his room to groom hiself upon his bed. Yes, that’s how we call upstairs guestroom with the full bed, his favorite retreat. So we’ve decided Jack is just a rugged outdoor Tom. Just like honey badger – he just don’t care.
In 1897 Rev Wheatly of Loretto Tennessee wrote to the Rochester Radiator Company for information about their product to heat his home. What he got back was more than information on a heater for his home but an offer to become a wholesale dealer in the area. I don’t know if he acted on it or just filed the response away to later be found by me in a bundle of postcards and correspondence for sale in an antique store. As there is a blank order form here I think he didn’t but who knows it might just be a final one of several forms. Here’s what a Rochester Radiator was and their pitch to Rev Wheatly.
This post card didn’t catch my eye for the image as much as for the message on it. The postmark is March 22, 1938. The message reads as if it’s from a new housewife to her parents about the wonders of the big city. Her handwriting was excellent. I’m sure her ‘folks’ were proud.
I purchased this card because it raised more questions for me than it had answers. Some time I might sit and make a story that has some fictional answers to them.
So what would you do to keep your hearing? Continue reading