It looks like the Eagle building and the one closer to us have ground floors with 20 foot ceilings.
When I was a child, even in the 1950s, going downtown, anywhere, but especially visiting Chicago, and even more so, San Francisco, you had to get dressed up to view such grandeur.
You couldn’t just walk into a magnificent lobby in play clothes, and you knew it.
Dresses, shiny patent leather maryjanes, and short white gloves.
Always.
I’m sure it was the same in Brooklyn, which is where my Dad grew up, though of course, cos I know someone will ask, no….he didn’t wear dresses.
Spats for men are and were quite formal… I’m not talking about anybody wearing a tuxedo, just getting a bit dressed up.
When I was really little, though, toddler girls winter coats did sometimes have little decorative spats for snow protection, that I suppose were sometimes worn… But I didn’t think that was what you meant.
I confess to a little skepticism…. I can see where someone might say that after a lot of years, he purposely put every toe into its proper indentation…
But how did he line them up, and the interference is that it wasn’t even purposeful, for the first 10 years or so, at least until there was the beginning of a mark on the floor?
They would have had to be placed in the exact same spot, day after day, with no guide as to where they were yesterday, but somehow with enough pressure that the boards would start to wear, not in general, but precisely under each toe.
I don’t think I could put my foot that precisely into a footprint I made an hour ago, and could still see.
Even if he successfully placed the feet exactly, there needs to be some movement, some rubbing to wear away the wood. The wood where he walked to approach the spot would have worn away much quicker from the movement.
I really think those “footprints” are painted on the floor… not even carved into it. The light and shadows are not consistent with any other light direction in the room, the white shine much too bright.
No wearing away motion would leave sharp ridges that undercut the toes… Those dark shadows would have to be sticking up higher than the toe tips, not engraved deeper into the floor.
And if you look at the top right image, his toes didn’t even match the supposed imprint… How could he have worn it away so precisely if he can’t even match it for a photo?
A town called Robin Hood’s Bay, on the north Yorkshire coast, in the Borough of Scarborough.
The stairs are actually a little street, called, I believe, Jim Bell’s Stile, leading up to a tea shop and a museum.
The captions didn’t actually say whether “Jim Bells Stile” was the name of the building or the stairs/street.
The only sort of stile I know consists of steps going over a fence, and I couldn’t find a definition that fits this photo….
But I’m sure it’s more likely to be steps up a hill than a building.
Oh yeah. No problem. I came out of the back of the house into the dining area once and found Maggie d’Earest on top of the dining room table. That was how she taught me to always push my chair in when I was done.
My neighbor used a Piedmont Cigarette Enameled Steel sign to contain the coal in the basement bin. It had been folded in half and was in terrible condition. Wish he’d given it to me, even in that condition, but he threw it out instead.
I know it’s late for this, bit I wanted to know what sort of neighborhood this was….. and the year.
East 14th and Avenue B is in the Lower East side of Manhattan… a few sites said it was 1918. The area may at that time have been called Germantown. Descriptions differ, but I saw no conflicting ones, just differences in timing.
I found two interesting pictures…
Here’s this corner in 2024… you can tell by the windows it’s the same building:
And someone on a blog said the picture was cropped from the full view, which he posted.
If you look carefully, you can see the same women.
BTW… I meant to say, above, to notice the newspaper box … It’s open and unattended… sales were on the honor system.
I could not remember the name of the bird yesterday. The one with the X-ray. It came to me very early this morning.
Its a Kiwi. This from Wikipedia. The kiwi lays one of the largest eggs in proportion to its size of any bird in the world, so even though the kiwi is about the size of a domestic chicken, it is able to lay eggs that are about six times the size of a chicken’s egg.
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Comin’ in on a wing and a prayer…
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Oh, look! Laurel and Hardy…
It looks like the Eagle building and the one closer to us have ground floors with 20 foot ceilings.
When I was a child, even in the 1950s, going downtown, anywhere, but especially visiting Chicago, and even more so, San Francisco, you had to get dressed up to view such grandeur.
You couldn’t just walk into a magnificent lobby in play clothes, and you knew it.
Dresses, shiny patent leather maryjanes, and short white gloves.
Always.
I’m sure it was the same in Brooklyn, which is where my Dad grew up, though of course, cos I know someone will ask, no….he didn’t wear dresses.
Spats?
Not that I know of.
Spats for men are and were quite formal… I’m not talking about anybody wearing a tuxedo, just getting a bit dressed up.
When I was really little, though, toddler girls winter coats did sometimes have little decorative spats for snow protection, that I suppose were sometimes worn… But I didn’t think that was what you meant.
So he did wear maryjanes and short white gloves?
I knew you were gonna ask.
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The catcher in the rye?
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I confess to a little skepticism…. I can see where someone might say that after a lot of years, he purposely put every toe into its proper indentation…
But how did he line them up, and the interference is that it wasn’t even purposeful, for the first 10 years or so, at least until there was the beginning of a mark on the floor?
They would have had to be placed in the exact same spot, day after day, with no guide as to where they were yesterday, but somehow with enough pressure that the boards would start to wear, not in general, but precisely under each toe.
I don’t think I could put my foot that precisely into a footprint I made an hour ago, and could still see.
Even if he successfully placed the feet exactly, there needs to be some movement, some rubbing to wear away the wood. The wood where he walked to approach the spot would have worn away much quicker from the movement.
And howcum his shadow is in a different direction to his footprints’ shadow?
I really think those “footprints” are painted on the floor… not even carved into it. The light and shadows are not consistent with any other light direction in the room, the white shine much too bright.
No wearing away motion would leave sharp ridges that undercut the toes… Those dark shadows would have to be sticking up higher than the toe tips, not engraved deeper into the floor.
And if you look at the top right image, his toes didn’t even match the supposed imprint… How could he have worn it away so precisely if he can’t even match it for a photo?
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Nobody wants to get off the carousel?
They can see how the other rides throw people off.
We call that the horsey go round. Best ride.
not AI
Flat iron building, the early years.
They forgot to water it. It finally grew when they did.
As that looks (To me) like it’s in the north of England, I can assure you that it has been well watered in!
Tis!
A town called Robin Hood’s Bay, on the north Yorkshire coast, in the Borough of Scarborough.
The stairs are actually a little street, called, I believe, Jim Bell’s Stile, leading up to a tea shop and a museum.
The captions didn’t actually say whether “Jim Bells Stile” was the name of the building or the stairs/street.
The only sort of stile I know consists of steps going over a fence, and I couldn’t find a definition that fits this photo….
But I’m sure it’s more likely to be steps up a hill than a building.
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Oklahoma?
‘Stagrcoach’
OH!
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How do you suppose she got up there?
With help.
Definitely help her down. Not good for backs and legs to jump.
Via toilet seat.
Seat, tank, counter.
Flapping ears.
“There! That”s my bowl! – Now fill ‘er up!!!”
Oh yeah. No problem. I came out of the back of the house into the dining area once and found Maggie d’Earest on top of the dining room table. That was how she taught me to always push my chair in when I was done.
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“Ccigareets and whiskey and wild, wild wimmen…”
Them wimmen don’t look too willin’ to be wild.
An’ I think mebbe one of em has a toothache.
My neighbor used a Piedmont Cigarette Enameled Steel sign to contain the coal in the basement bin. It had been folded in half and was in terrible condition. Wish he’d given it to me, even in that condition, but he threw it out instead.
Enamel signs are collectible.
I know it’s late for this, bit I wanted to know what sort of neighborhood this was….. and the year.
East 14th and Avenue B is in the Lower East side of Manhattan… a few sites said it was 1918. The area may at that time have been called Germantown. Descriptions differ, but I saw no conflicting ones, just differences in timing.
I found two interesting pictures…
Here’s this corner in 2024… you can tell by the windows it’s the same building:
And someone on a blog said the picture was cropped from the full view, which he posted.
If you look carefully, you can see the same women.
BTW… I meant to say, above, to notice the newspaper box … It’s open and unattended… sales were on the honor system.
just get from the bottom to the top
Which one is Jenny? (Otherwise, no problem…)
The easy (Cheats) way, is to start at the end and work backwards…..
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This food disagrees with me!
My reaction to cat food as well.
You have to wonder what’s in that middle bowl.
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I know the two on the right and feel like I should know the gentleman in the blue jacket.
I think
at the Brown Derby, as seen in an episode of I Love Lucy.
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At lest they bought a new car…
“Irritable owl syndrome” That’s hysterical. Whooo do you think you are, posting such fowl puns?
That happened to me once with an Eurasian sparrowhawk. Still impressive.
Misheard Lyrics:
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Glad to see he came down off his “hi” horse.
Good morning.
The composer turns 90 on the 11th.
Mirror in mirror.
I could not remember the name of the bird yesterday. The one with the X-ray. It came to me very early this morning.
Its a Kiwi. This from Wikipedia.
The kiwi lays one of the largest eggs in proportion to its size of any bird in the world, so even though the kiwi is about the size of a domestic chicken, it is able to lay eggs that are about six times the size of a chicken’s egg.
At least I could guess it was an X-Ray. The obvious rarely escapes me.
That’s why I mentioned the fruit…
…oh…
😀
I caught that. Until you posted that I didn’t know what bird it was.
Really? I was only joking!!