Showing posts from February, 2017

Vintage Booklet: The Return of the Square by Charles H Brower (One of the Original "Mad Men")

I've spent most of my life feeling like a stodgy old lady. "Little House on the Prairie" was one of my favorite TV shows as a kid, tied with "The Brady Bunch" and "Leave it to Beaver." 
"Remember one thing: Wrong is wrong even if everyone else says it's right - and right is right even if everyone else says it's wrong," Ward once said to the Beav.
Armed with moralistic rhetoric that meant something to me, I found myself ill-equipped to deal with the hoods from my new NYC neighborhood after we moved from Fort Lee, NJ in the summer of fourth grade:
"You shouldn't steal!" I said to one of the girls who ripped off a bag of potato chips from the store.
"Why not?" she asked as she re-feathered hair with the comb from her back pocket.  
"Because..." I paused. "It's dishonest."
Oh boy was that the "wrong" thing to say. She and the other girls laughed at me in a way I'll never for…

My Eulogy for Tiny Tim: The Spiritual Lessons of Abuse and Overcoming

Prompted by a "calling" that came without any explanation, I picked up the phone and dialed (literally since I still use rotaries) the local shelter early in December 2013. I asked if they had any elderly or hard luck guinea pigs.

"As a matter of fact I have just the pig for you."

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Saturday's surprise snowstorm estate sale down my street!

As I wrote here last night, we've had two snowstorms this week, a day off yesterday to finish cleaning up, then three more days of snow starting this morning. I assured Wayne before he left for work I wouldn't be driving in the snow today. That is, until minutes later I saw an ad for an estate sale at the mysterious old house 3/4 mile down the street from me! How perfect! A break in this cold white mess!
The house was one that I wondered about often. I could tell from the window treatments and lamp shades that it was stuck in the 60s decor-wise, and it's very big, so I always imagined it was filled with old treasures.

When I entered I wasn't surprised to see this 1960s caloric wall oven, but what I didn't expect was how, shall I say, "dusty" it was. Turns out part of the house had been unoccupied for ten years. Anyway, there were boxes and boxes of things to pick through, many of which were in an unheated garage attic that was guarded by a scary clow…

Snow has me dreaming of spring

We've had two snowstorms this week, a day off today to finish cleaning up, then three more days of snow starting tomorrow with blustery winds and power outages predicted for Monday. After a break on Valentine's Day we have even more snow coming. So, here are some beautiful spring flowers I photographed when I was living in a Falmouth, Maine farmhouse. Enjoy!

 Until then...

1951 Health Insurance Rates vs Today: Maine Blue Cross in Pictures

(2017 wasn't yet available) Rates are for one person in 2017

Visit to St. Anthony Franciscan Monastery and Shrines, Kennebunk, Maine

Part of the fun of collecting old Maine ephemera from estate sales is that I learn a lot about local history and get to see places that no longer exist. When I drive past newer construction I sometimes see the ghost of once was in its place, like the large "dine and dance" restaurant with the 1950s cars parked in the lot, or the family resort that was torn down and replaced with office buildings. So when, a couple of years ago, I acquired a vintage brochure, above middle, for the Franciscan Monastery and Shrines in Kennebunkport, Maine, I assumed it was another place that no longer was.  Turns out it's celebrating its 70th anniversary this year! (For some reason it's location is now considered to be Kennebunk and not Kennebunkport). Wayne and I drove down to visit it this morning despite the February cold and snow-covered grounds. It's open to the public year-round.

Here are some of the beautiful sights:

The Chapel of the Stations of the Cross, built in 1959, ca…