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Memories of a Time Past: Part 1

When I was a little girl, growing up in Brooklyn NY, we used to live on a dead end street.

The dead end street I used to live on butted up against a cemetery wall, which, I believe was the largest cemetery in Brooklyn at the time.

The dead end street I used to live on butted up against a cemetery wall which belonged to the largest cemetery in Brooklyn, I believe, at the time.  We kids used to wait outside the entrance through which the workers would exit at the end of their work day.  They would throw chestnuts to us which fell from the numerous chestnut trees that grew in there.  We ran and scrambled to get them, and the workers laughed and enjoyed our excitement!  We’d drill a hole in the nuts, thread string (or shoe laces) through them and play games with them.

Our house was a semi-detached, and so we had a common wall with our neighbor next door.  When I grew enough so that I was able to reach the electric outlet that was on that adjoining wall, I used it to speak through it with my neighbor friend, Sonja.  We used it quite often in place of a telephone.  We didn’t have a telephone yet, at that time.  We had a bench against that wall in our kitchen, so I would stand on it to speak with her.

I also remember enjoying visiting Sonja in her house next door.  Her parents were very nice, and her father played the mandolin.  I loved listening to his music and watching how his fingers strummed the strings.  It was the very first time I had seen someone play an instrument.  He would sing in the Norwegian language; they were originally from Norway.  Her mother baked the most wonderful cookies, too.!  It was a warm, friendly home.

Sonja was 3 years older than I, and I remember playing in her backyard.  My vivid memory from that time is of sitting at her play table; the chair I was sitting on matched the table and they were made of metal.  I still can “hear” the scraping of the chair on the rough concrete of the yard as I moved it.

Sonja and me in her backyard.  I was 2 and she was 5 yrs old.

Sonja and me in her backyard. I was 2 and she was 5 yrs old.

My father took this photo of Sonja and me with his simple box camera.  I remember the leather carry-handle at the top of it.  He developed his film in a small, dark closet in our house.

I was able to find a photo of the camera my father used (and I subsequently inherited it for my use when I was a teenager.

I was able to find a photo of the camera my father used.  He gave me his camera to use when I was a teenager.

 

In this photo, I am Advancing the film manually in the old box camera.  There was a little window through which the number of the next unexposed area of the film roll would be seen.

In this photo, I am advancing the film manually in the old box camera. There was a little window through which the number of the next unexposed area of the film roll would be viewed in order to be sure the next picture would be centered when the film was developed.

It was a more simple time of life, and there were many pleasures to be enjoyed.

Credits:  dead end, agfa box camera; bingdotcom.  Original old photos from personal collection of Sunshinebright.

Best Boy Ever

Today, I’m giving you all just a link.  It will take you to my other blog on which I post about my cats.  Today was a special day for Rusty.  He has the lead and Romeo has a supporting role.

Enjoy.  I hope you like all the photos also.

“If It Fits, I Sit”

Today, I have a different type of blog – something which is a special treat, in my opinion.  My daughter’s very close friend sent me an email with photos of animals in unusual positions.  Calling all animal lovers!!!

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I call this one, “Made to Order.”

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“If you’re thinking of taking this box, think again.”

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“You’ll have to get up!  I have to print something and I’m in a rush.”

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Recycled tree stump – perfect for an afternoon snooze.

As you all have probably guessed by now, I love animals, and next in line is that I love odd, funny photos with animals the subjects.  The captions are my thoughts as I first viewed these photos.

Hope you enjoyed!  I certainly did.

Change Is Good For The Soul – Or Is It?

If you’re reading this blog and any of my others, and you’ve been on my site before, you will notice a difference in the background.

There is more than one thing (text, images, photos, videos) to concentrate on when posting a blog.  I know, it’s the message that’s most important, but I have chosen to change my background, and yet still try to keep within certain color and design parameters that I have given myself today.  I really wasn’t happy with the background that was there yesterday – I felt it was temporary – a “fix” from the solid white background that I had when I messed up early on.

I tried this one: 

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but didn’t like it.

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Didn’t like this one, either.

I liked the designs above, and some others but, when tiled, they looked awful.  I’ve been trying to keep similar colors that were in the original theme, “Matala.”

In order to spread the design across the whole background, it has to be “tiled.”  So, I had to find one that “tiled” nicely.  I am partial to paisley – always liked that design.

Actually, I had fun with this – choosing another design.  This is my blog, and I need to be pleased and happy with how it appears – for me, not necessarily for all who may view it.  If I get tired of this design, or decide it’s time to search for another background, it’s a simple (wasn’t at first) thing to change.

This is my happiness moment for today.  A simple thing, but hey!