The process of photographing Eleanor Frame's extensive, three-volume scrapbook series proved somewhat tedious. The boss over at Spesh' Collects' wanted legible photos of the hundreds of glued-in newspaper clippings, 60% of which were wedding announcements. The books hailed from the early 1940s, and so they were not as deteriorated as the previous scrapbook I had documented from 1919, compiled by one Gaylord Simons. The latter nearly fell apart like butter with the brush of a hand.
The project was made worthwhile, however, by the few pages that would come along containing a panoply of vintage holiday cards, mostly Christmas-related.
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| a peek inside the rare book room, undersize shelves |
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| plaid dog, flocked ears |
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| me gusta una velocipede |
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| Silver bell ringer |
And . . .
Christmas is for smokers, too, especially in the 1940's...
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| Smoking is the quickest way to look cool and stay warm on the north pole |
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| wishing you a warm holiday by a crackling fire, whatever form the flame may take |
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| Bomber santa |
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| behold these cutesy labels |
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| sk8r grl |
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| Now it is time for a true story: once, for Christmas, I actually did get a donkey. He didn't look at me lovingly like this one though, in fact he was so smart that he was impossible to ride let alone attach an ornamental poinsettia buggy to. |
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| here he is. this is Festus at his new home. After my grandparents literally had to sell the farm on which Festus lived, they found him a new home with a friend. Happy holidays, Festus (Festus doesn't read my blog). |
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| always waiting |
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| Curious but festive holiday lamb-deer hybrid....why didn't I think of that |
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