Monday, 10 November 2008

The Book of Kells

This postcard dates back to 1962, when they were still telling us to post early for Christmas.
It's good to know that some things really do never change.
I'm only sorry I can't see any more of the date, I suspect they start using that stamp somewhere around midsummer though.

I may need some help with the translation on the postcard though.
So far I have:
Many..........
Congratulations on
your fellowship
RCR
Eastbourne
19.12.62 (oooh that answers the date question)
No reply called for; ..........
you so much for your
......... .........
(for your what? I need to know! For your bungee jump? For your justifiable homicide? What?!)


A number of people have commented that the photo function on this lovely Blogger isn't playing ball and I'm inclined to agree as it's done weird things to these pics, and I can't make it play ball.
Mean blogger.

Wednesday, 17 September 2008

The Good Life


So it would seem that 11 years ago Scotland was the place to be. I wonder how things have changed or even if they've changed. What tops the list now?
I might have to trawl my way around google to establish where exactly I need to be moving to in order to live the good life. I'm guessing it's not Surbiton.

Sunday, 14 September 2008

A Rosy Note



So what did Amy and Stuart do?
I have all these different imaginings of their life. For some reason I have this idea of them doing the garden of Jessee. Does it say Jessee? I thought it was Jennee originally, but on second thoughts...
Jessee's one of the ambiguous names like Kelly, Robin or Lesley.
It can conjure up a hundred stories all of them a little eccentric. Naturally.

Tuesday, 9 September 2008

One What?

Should have one what?
Ohhhhh! A really bad wardrobe. I'm a little scared by a number of things. Mainly that I remember these fashions, although more than that, it's the fact that I'm sure I thought these clothes were cool. And I wanted them.
I still want them. To go away.

Monday, 8 September 2008

Homemade

It's been a while and I've collected a number of little things that are going to have to have a place here.

At the top of the, very random, pile was this:

I'm sure I made one just like this when I was wee. I love that the maker was so careful, doing parts in pencil first. To be fair, it rather looks like the lesser known book snake though.

Thursday, 24 April 2008

Stickers

I love these. I want to have all of my little containers have these stickers on.
I'm not sure when they date back to, but they're just deliciously retro, and cool again. At least they're cool in my world.
Apart from the sultanas, currants and raisins. I hate dried fruit. I'd rather they had one that had chocolate on.
And as for semolina. Without wanting to sound fussy, that stuff's just nasty! But the stickers are cute!


Sunday, 20 April 2008

Useful & Informative

See now, I like what they did here...
It's a bookmark AND it's educational. Excellent work!
And not only that it's about Lincolnshire. Mostly. And I love Lincolnshire I do!
Although according to the quiz, my knowledge of the area is somewhat lacking... but with this bookmark I can improve that!

Thursday, 17 April 2008

Things That Matter

I wonder if this person couldn't think of anything that matters or if there were just so many that they couldn't make them fit on this piece of paper.
How big would the piece of paper have to be to fit everything on that mattered?


Wednesday, 16 April 2008

Employment Order - 1942

As I've mentioned before I'm easily fascinated, and this is just fabulous.
I love how economical this little letter is.
One piece of paper, not even A4 size and it has all the information, room for the address and return address, all you have to do is fold it in the opposite way and it goes straight back in the mail.
I wonder if she got into trouble for never returning it?
The fact that the fairer sex also get a stamp to indicate that's just what we are when we return our information just stuns me. Again, it's a different world, just decades ago.
It's nice how they have a stamp made up to let you know you're not being "called up" too. That's thoughtful. And damn scary! Imagine that being a concern, sometimes I forget how lucky I am.



Tuesday, 15 April 2008

Postcard - 1947

I love this postcard, despite the fact that I can't actually read it.
It's a little hard to imagine change having been effected so quickly that postcards were being sent just a few year after the end of the war. I think I always felt that it would take so much longer for things to return to normal. Obviously that's not the case, I just could never imagine someone sending postcards following such a brutal time.
I actually, despite tales from my Grandma, can barely imagine what the world must have been like all those years ago.
It doesn't matter how many books you read, you can't put yourselves in the shoes of the people living then.


Pride & Prejudice

This is just weird right?
Who not only addresses an envelope to a fictional character, but goes as far as to actually attach a stamp too?
I wish I could remember the book I found this in, but sadly that's fallen through one of the holes in my swiss cheese memory.
I mean, I love Pride & Prejudice, I do. Every woman dreams of her own Mr Darcy, but I was never driven to want to write to Lydia.
I really, really wish that the letter they'd written, or intended to write was still inside the envelope!

Friday, 22 February 2008

Huh?

Another bookmark. Hmm, should it be book mark as below or is bookmark acceptable?
More to the point does the Hostel of St. Luke still exist?
I had no idea that the clergy got to have their own nursing homes. This fascinates me.
I'm easily fascinated.
So, what's the deal with this?
Why did these letters end up written, so boldly on a piece of paper, and why did they merit folding and keeping?
Was it a really tough round in Scrabble?
It's not visible here, but the corner has been torn off too, what was written there? Or did they just tear it off to dispose of some chewing gum?
I have a lot of questions.
Can you tell?

Bookmarks & Festivals

There are always bookmarks to be found in books. Funny that. It's the variety of them that does interest me. I'm beginning to accrue quite a collection. I just discovered this one and I quite like it...
This makes me wonder if, thirty years later, children's festivals have changed at all, because I somehow suspect that they haven't. Some things just aren't meant to evolve.
My imagination starts to run with this one too, where are the family that went to this now? Where is the child that performed? What did they grow up to become?
Everything has a story to tell.

Thursday, 21 February 2008

P & O

Things like this make me curious.
Where was she when she ordered her French coffee?
Where was she going?
Was the sun shining?
Was she seasick?
What did the cabin look like?
Did she have a porthole?

Tuesday, 19 February 2008

Sudden Death

I love old newspaper clippings and I see a fair few and it really shows how things change. His wife has no name, just 'widow'.
I can't imagine every single funeral goer being named like this today. Maybe it does still happen and I haven't noticed, but I can't imagine a journalist standing there, at a funeral demanding names - and in some cases relation to the dead.


Monday, 18 February 2008

Brian

It feels not unlike peeking inside someone's diary. What caused them to make this list and what then made them think it would be a suitable bookmark?

Or were they hiding it inside the book?
I'd love to know the story behind this, but I'll live with the mystery.

Sunday, 17 February 2008

Discovered

I see a lot of old books, I love trawling second hand bookshops, or going to little village hall booksales.

I love all the things that you can find inside these books. You sit at home, flick through your purchase and surprises fall from within, like extra gifts.

They always make me smile, and when the following fell from the pages of a book I was browsing through I decided I should share the little things that I find, because I find it intriguing.


So, this four leaved clover fell from the pages today and it seemed like a perfect place to start. One can never have too much good luck.