Adjectives Fail Me

I just don't know what to say. This is a clipping from the old scrapbook that I bought while antiquing in Reno. I'll transcribe it for you. I really don't know what to say. I'll let you decide.

A GAY DECEIVER FALLS INTO TRAP

For some years various ladies of Los Banos and vicinity have been annoyed from time to time by advances from a would be "masher." He has been, and might continue to be, a useful and influential citizen, but on account of this habit, his inordinate vanity, and the firm belief that his attentions are acceptable to old and young, married and unmarried alike, he has injured his reputation and destroyed his influence for good in this community.

A few days ago a lady whom he approached determined to ridicule him and let him "see himself as others see him," or rather to let "others see him as he sees himself." She staged a play that any moving picture would have been glad to secure and perhaps did secure, a la Fatty Arbuckle.

She admitted him softly at the door into a darkened room as per agreement at 7:30 p.m. sharp, stepped aside, and he was received into the arms of a Kimono-clad young man! A moment later, when the lady switched on the lights - behold the "masher" hugging the lady's substitute, who was ducking his head around to avoid the attempted kisses!! Somebody called out "Break" when Mr. Masher fell back paralyzed, gazed a moment at the young man and laughing lady, glanced around the room at the masked assembled audience, backed out of the door and disappeared into the night, followed by jeers and laughter of the witnesses within and without.

~unsigned, undated. However, another clipping on the same page is dated 1911~

Antiquing Trip

While antiquing wasn't our "real" reason for going, it's good enough, don't you think? I bought mainly trinkets for jewelry making, but we had the nicest time finding them. I shopped at Junkees in downtown Reno. I follow Tracey's blog, and she mentions it often, although I believe that she's giving it up in favor a move to the Pacific Northwest. Still, it was a nice sized antique mall with a lot of fun offerings, and one really wonderful booth full of fantastic buttons!

I picked this album up, you know, just out of curiosity, and it turned out to have a nice collection of old newspaper clippings lovingly pasted inside.

Full of poetry and mostly undated articles, I was hooked. It was ten minutes later when I was still reading it, and didn't want to put it down that I realized it was going home with me.

I am attributing it's practically perfect condition to having been carefully stored in the original box.

A bit about our trip, we spent two days enjoying Reno, antiquing, the Riverwalk, a little wine, some really fine dining, and okay, a little gamblling, then moved down the hill for our class reunion. Stayed the next two nights in his hometown, behaving like tourists, retracing our dating haunts and those of his childhood. Nice. Really, really nice.

I think I'm going to photograph the individual clippings in my nifty new book and transcribe them here. There is one dear series of articles . . . the story of a love. I kind of think the one pictured below is part of it, maybe, porbably the first mention. I'll begin by transcribing this one. It is . . . oh, I'll let you read it and decide on the correct adjective!

POPULAR YOUNG MAN WILL STEP INTO DOUBLE HARNESS

We're not mentioning any names, but according to a chance remark over heard by a Standard reporter last week, there is a certain nice young man in this town who can hardly sleep at nights for thinking of a certain day in that dear old month of June, when he shall journey to a nearby city and claim as a bride the girl of his dreams. Ah me, what a happy day that will be for the young man. And in the meantime, if you should happen to see him on the street and he has that faraway look in his eyes, just pass him by quietly, for to rudely awaken might be a shock that might lead to serious consequences. And, oh, yes, we most forgot to tell you that the young lover has made a solemn vow not to wear his garters until the happy day in June when he leads his bride to the altar, and if you look closely, sometimes you can see his little sockies peeping timidly out over his shoe tops. Could a sweeter vow than that be made? Love is a wonderful thing.

If you know who the young man is, please, please, do not tell him that we breathed a word of this, for it's all supposed to be a deep dark secret, and if he knows that everybody knows it, he might not like it.

~undated, unsigned

{The couple in the first photo? Just a wonderful old picture that I had to have. Sadly, it has no note on the reverse. and was not part of the album.}

Traffic

My family knows this. Now I'm gonna risk it all and share it with you. I have a little secret. I live in a world separate from ugliness and noise and traffic, and possibly even separate from real life. They tell me that sometimes. {smile} I love it. It's a beautiful place. I am very happy there.

Example: While stopped in awful traffic at a huge intersection, I saw something wonderful and grabbed my ever present companion, my trusty Fujifilm Finepix Camera.

This is what I saw amidst the traffic congestion.

Collaborative Project

Months ago, a few of us began work on a collaborative art book project. This is the cover of my completed project. Dede Warren bound the books, added the photograph and white-ish trim, and facilitated the project. You'll have to check out her blog to see what else she's up to. I may be having too much fun over here!

I've been playing

I woke up this morning feeling fine,

had something special on my mind . . . .

Doo do da doo da do doo, da da do do dooo, Oh yeah . . . .

Something tells me I'm into something good,

something good . . .oh yeah, something good. . . .



My apologies to the authors of the song. Is it the Beatles? The Monkees? Herman's Hermit's? I think it's Herman's Hermits, but the lyric sites have never heard of it. So they say. . . Anyway, they were no help at all. Ah well . . . memory serves up what it will. Sam found it, go figure. . . it is Herman's Hermits. That explains why I know it. {grin} And the reason for the song in the first place? I really did wake up, at 5:oo AM with the plan for doing this box on my mind. I felt pretty fine, too.

A Perfectly Lovely Morning

I rose early. Just couldn't sleep. Then I remembered the balloon festival. En route, I picked up a steaming hot latte, a freshly baked croissant, a just picked, juicy, ripe peach and a hunk of cheese. Perfect. Wish you had been there.

I'm not up to much . . .

Dear Friends,

How are you? What have you been up to? I haven't been doing much. That's what people keep telling me. . . . Rather, I haven't been doing anything.

An acquaintance, over the years has reiterated her idea, a few times, that I do nothing. No nuance here, she comes right out and says it. Once she actually said to me, "You don't DO anything." Recently, she noticed that my husband had been gone for some time {He was away at a forest fire. My Hero.}, she asked me, "What have you been doing? Your husband's gone." I wish I could get the tone of voice in here, it implied that the obvious answer was, "Why, I've been eating bon bons beside the pool."

As I think of it, I suppose that would have been possible if I had popped them in my mouth while I swept the pool. . . Or while I watered around it, or . . . maybe while I was on my hands and knees cleaning the pool sweep!

Perhaps she had noticed my long relaxing strolls. . . . In fact I did take some! I donned my walking shoes and pushed the lawnmower across our yard, and our neighbor's.

There were also the days that I spent visiting my Mother. We had such a lovely time. . . while we unloaded boxes and furniture into her new home. It's going to be positively wonderful!

I'm certain to an observer it appeared that I was hanging out in the bars, tossing back margaritas. {If I had been, it definitely would have been margaritas.}

Maybe she was thinking of all of the fun and playful days with my son, daughter-in-law, and their wonderful little boys. We played until all hours of the night at the house they've just moved out of. {There's a whole lotta movin' going' on!} I can't tell you how much fun it is to scrub bathtubs and tote boxes somewhere near midnight! Giggle City!

There, too, was that lovely day with my Grandma, lolling around the beauty parlor. A new haircut and perm can make a woman feel like a new person! Even give her a new lease on life. That's what 99 year old Grandma tells me.

Yes, I see it. Now that I take a look back at the way I spent my time relaxing while my husband toiled in the fire mountains of Yosemite, I see what she saw. Now though, I am resting in the knowledge that apparently, I make it all look effortless. {grin}

~ Much Love!

Graphic ~ courtesy of The Graphics Fairy