For those who follow this blog, you already know I love old photos. But there are some images; I just crave to know more about the person and the circumstances surrounding the photo. This image of a woman sitting at a makeshift picnic table is one of them.
I wonder if the woman is camping with friends. From the overly packed picnic basket, I am assuming she is on a trip. Perhaps, she is at a public park near her home.
I wonder what she is writing. Is she grading her students’ latest papers? Writing letters to loved ones? Keeping a journal of her trip? Or working on a novel? Of course, I will never know.
The picnic basket is overflowing, which makes me think she is there for more than a day. I spotted a loaf of bread with the words “Quaker.” across the package. I can see the coffee pot in the background. There are multiple jars with different contents; one may contain sugar. Perhaps, a jelly is in another jar.
I see a pail for water on the left, which makes sense if she is making coffee over a fire. One aspect that I absolutely love about this photo, no plastic containers or throw away single-serve items. Everything extra is in glass containers.
What do you spot in this photo? Anything different than me?
Yes, I am one of those weird people who stare at photos for long periods. I know, I do not know their story. I wish I did. I find each old photo fascinating. To me, the picture is a glimpse back in time, a lost moment, a lost memory.
Of course, I am only guessing the woman in this particular photo is the mother to the two children. The photo does not provide clues to their location. I can tell they are near a cement wall. They seem to be dressed more formally, which makes me think they are attending church or a wedding.
The negative was in horrible condition. If you look closely at the photo, you can still see scratches and errors. But I cleaned it up to the best of my ability without losing the image details. From the style of negative, I am assuming the photo was taken around the late 1940s or early 1950s.
The little girl looks so proud to be posing with her dress and hair bow. I wonder if she was wearing the dress for a special occasion.
I love the old books in the background. When I enlarge the photo, I can see that one book has English on the binding. The other has words from a foreign language. I think the words are German, but I am not positive.
On the top of the bookshelf, I view a brass plane on one side of the old clock and a ship on the other. I wonder if someone in the household likes to travel.
In the kitchen area on the decorative ledge, I can see small figurines. The cow is the most noticeable. But the others in the background look like they are in pairs. I am guessing they are salt and pepper shakers.
Purchasing a box of old negatives is always a gift to me. I love seeing a glimpse of a lifestyle long gone. In a recent find, I was able to digitalize numerous plane photos. Now, the airplanes are definitely far from being modern. In fact, some of them do not resemble airplanes at all.
As always, I wish I could provide more details. But I do not have enough knowledge about this aircraft or any others to provide specifications.
Originally, I thought the plane was in an old barn. But looking at the photo closely, the windows do not match a barn type building. I am assuming the photo was taken inside of a warehouse or hanger. But I could be wrong.
If anyone has any ideas on the plane, I would love to know your thoughts.
Growing up to five feet tall, Burdocks are another oddly beautiful plant. Most people pull the “weed” from their yards. I leave the plant just to watch the slow blooms occur. I love the purple flowers with the little spiny white ends.
Of course, the bees find the Burdocks very tasty. Honey bees and other insects love the pollen from the Burdock. I find any plant that attracts Honey Bees a valuable asset to my yard.
The next time you see a Burdock, do no think of the plant as a weed, instead consider how much the bees love and need the vegetation to survive. From my research, I read the Burdock is actually a medical herb. I might have to be brave and try the Burdock Root Tea.
The setting sun always attracts me. Tonight, even though the temps were low, I had to go out to take photos. The wind blew the crisp air across my face as soon as I stepped out the door. But I still could not help but capture the setting sun.
My advice: always find a moment to watch the sunrise or the sunset. Each one is different. The stolen moments before or after a chaotic day provides a sense of calm.