No longer “Should husbands “help” take care of their own kids….”
Now it’s “Why do husbands think they get to call it ‘babysitting‘?”
That said… my mother didn’t work outside the home once she married my Dad.
All household chores were hers alone. I never saw my father wash a dish, vacuum anything, or make a sandwich until my mother died. I visited a few months before that, when she was very ill, and he told me he (finally) offered to help, but it upset her.
Until we were out of the house, she never played bridge or did anything else with friends during the hours we weren’t in school, or when Dad was home.
I can’t think of a single time he was ever alone with us kids! Maybe it happened on some occasion I’ve forgotten… but I don’t think so. He did go to father-son meetings with my brother for a boy’s group called Indian Guides.
Wow… sometimes you search a picture and find out nothing; sometimes, you get surprised.
This is a row of tenements on Elizabeth Street, in the Italian district, on the lower east side of Manhattan, photographed in March 1912 by Lewis Hine, the same fellow who took the pictures of child laborers.
The big doorway on the right is Kip’s Bay brewery, established in 1910, and now gone.
The three buildings comprising the tenement are still there, and so is the house you can see to the left of them, which spent some time as a restaurant.
Get your hands on anything in the top two rows, and you’ve got at least a small windfall.
I’m no expert, but I think the 3rd row is pretty collectible too, and I kinda think so is the 1997 Scotty Cameron even though it’s from the 1990s. I don’t know about the last three.
I’ve never bought or sold them, but I did flea markets and “antique” shows, and had a couple of spaces in collectives, and I was amazed at what some golf clubs brought in, for dealers who knew what to buy.
I didn’t try, cos I don’t know, except that a regular old bag of clubs at the Goodwill usually isn’t worth the $20 they’re asking
Worth is in the eye of the beholder. I knew a fella who picked up a bag of clubs at a garage sale. He cut the heads off and welded on a small nut to each. He then made a set of tools that would screw onto the nuts. One tool made the shaft into a bill spike. He would hand these out to the boys for cleaning up the trash around the camp.
The most interesting tool was a length of wire fastened around the nut and then fed up through the shaft and out the top. He used it to collect the dangerous snakes around the camp.
I watched a video of the two of them romping, and sharing food.
I was going to post it, but it’s full of absolutely cringey voiceover nonsense. I may try to find another.
They’re in Turkey, and locally well known… tourists come to watch them, and the locals warn them to them alone and not scare them.
The cat is a Van cat, native to Turkey, but now being established elsewhere, and called the Turkish Van. They’re large and strong, very affectionate and loyal to their owners, and famous for loving water, and swimming.
This cat apparently has taken the fox for her family. People throw them fish, and they eat it together. Some say the cat also catches them.
And they’re off! The 54th Iditarod Race – dogs and humans against the rugged terrain and unpredictable weather of arctic Alaska – started yesterday. Best of luck to all!
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Yes!
Absolutely.
And here, it hasn’t even started yet…
Everyday is nap day, if yer doing it right.
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Paul Dooley And Dennis Christopher In “Breaking Away.”
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Just think… maybe 1289AD, and they were already making this dedicate, beautiful pottery…
And maybe some delicious fish stew, to go in it?
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“Should husbands be baby-sitters?” Really? Can you imagine debating this today?
Yes! But it’s a different debate.
No longer “Should husbands “help” take care of their own kids….”
Now it’s “Why do husbands think they get to call it ‘babysitting‘?”
That said… my mother didn’t work outside the home once she married my Dad.
All household chores were hers alone. I never saw my father wash a dish, vacuum anything, or make a sandwich until my mother died. I visited a few months before that, when she was very ill, and he told me he (finally) offered to help, but it upset her.
Until we were out of the house, she never played bridge or did anything else with friends during the hours we weren’t in school, or when Dad was home.
I can’t think of a single time he was ever alone with us kids! Maybe it happened on some occasion I’ve forgotten… but I don’t think so. He did go to father-son meetings with my brother for a boy’s group called Indian Guides.
NYC – 1912
Wow… sometimes you search a picture and find out nothing; sometimes, you get surprised.
This is a row of tenements on Elizabeth Street, in the Italian district, on the lower east side of Manhattan, photographed in March 1912 by Lewis Hine, the same fellow who took the pictures of child laborers.
The big doorway on the right is Kip’s Bay brewery, established in 1910, and now gone.
The three buildings comprising the tenement are still there, and so is the house you can see to the left of them, which spent some time as a restaurant.
The photo below is taken from the other side so you can see the house. The storefronts now are fancy boutiques.
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Get your hands on anything in the top two rows, and you’ve got at least a small windfall.
I’m no expert, but I think the 3rd row is pretty collectible too, and I kinda think so is the 1997 Scotty Cameron even though it’s from the 1990s. I don’t know about the last three.
I’ve never bought or sold them, but I did flea markets and “antique” shows, and had a couple of spaces in collectives, and I was amazed at what some golf clubs brought in, for dealers who knew what to buy.
I didn’t try, cos I don’t know, except that a regular old bag of clubs at the Goodwill usually isn’t worth the $20 they’re asking
Worth is in the eye of the beholder. I knew a fella who picked up a bag of clubs at a garage sale. He cut the heads off and welded on a small nut to each. He then made a set of tools that would screw onto the nuts. One tool made the shaft into a bill spike. He would hand these out to the boys for cleaning up the trash around the camp.
The most interesting tool was a length of wire fastened around the nut and then fed up through the shaft and out the top. He used it to collect the dangerous snakes around the camp.
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This seems highly unlikely.
Seems to be real.
I watched a video of the two of them romping, and sharing food.
I was going to post it, but it’s full of absolutely cringey voiceover nonsense. I may try to find another.
They’re in Turkey, and locally well known… tourists come to watch them, and the locals warn them to them alone and not scare them.
The cat is a Van cat, native to Turkey, but now being established elsewhere, and called the Turkish Van. They’re large and strong, very affectionate and loyal to their owners, and famous for loving water, and swimming.
This cat apparently has taken the fox for her family. People throw them fish, and they eat it together. Some say the cat also catches them.
Well I’ll be a monkey’s uncle.
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So, did he survive?
Like snow tubing without the snow.
Welcome to IKEA!
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I have to look for some more pictures… I can’t get a handle on the size of the top one, or the relationship between the two….
But my eyes are very sleepy, so it’ll have to be tomorrow.
Meanwhile… If anybody wants to explain….
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Those 2 starred in the most depressing yet compelling movie ever made : Babel
Yeah…
Same actors, different movie.
I’d never heard of it so i googled it.
But I don’t know why, cos from your review, I don’t need to see it.
Well…
“The Curious Case of Benjamin Button”
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I’m pretty sure they’re not, but it looks like they’re running past the cartoonist’s signature.
Your surmise is correct.
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Ca 1917.
You probably knew that. 🙂
What friend? You can’t make any following all of those advises.
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Well, hi back atcha, cutie!
Happy spring.
find the cherry
I could make a comment about all the eggplant …
Did.
Now for some cooking and preserving…
I have to think that
Rainier Cherries are red and white/yellow.
Go it!
Griffith Avenue – Dublin, Éire.
Another view of my 009 layout ‘Beckland End’.
Wow. A lot going on, for a tiny town.
Yellow-shafted Northern Flicker.
I love flickers!
From today’s London “Daily Mail” (she was accepted),
And they’re off! The 54th Iditarod Race – dogs and humans against the rugged terrain and unpredictable weather of arctic Alaska – started yesterday. Best of luck to all!