Showing posts with label 1950s. Show all posts
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Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Vintage Minnesota Kewpie Doll and Loon Trinket Box

Vintage Kewpie Doll and Loon Dish
from Minnesota

When I was probably about 7 years old, my grandma spent some time in the Brainerd, MN area, Lake Mille Lacs, and brought back this little kewpie doll for me. For years, I kept it on a shelf in the bedroom I shared with my sister, and it's moved with me everyplace I've gone - I think it's the only childhood keepsake I have, and it's in remarkably like-new condition!



I've always liked the cute little beaded leather clothes and moccasins of the doll. He also has a really cute feathery mohawk. (I had to risk deer ticks to get that birch bark from our woods, I want you to know! Oh the lengths to which a blogger goes to stage a photo!)


The little highly-glazed ceramic trinket dish is something I found at a thrift store recently, but it must be from the same era - mid 1950s?  It looks like new. It was probably donated to the thrift store by someone my age who had kept it since childhood and decided to clean out.

The loon button on the top is like a picture covered with resin or something. Very pretty. If you've ever been to a northern Minnesota lake in the summertime, you've undoubtedly heard the hauntingly beautiful call of the loon at dawn and dusk.


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What they're really saying, of course, is...

'Marco...'

'...Polo.'


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Thursday, January 17, 2013

Ten of my Earliest [Vintage] Memories


The Strawberry Girl
by Joshua Reyholds
from Wikipaintings.org

I really have no idea why anyone would want to read this post, (I've had this post on the back burner for about a month and each time I went to publish it, I decided not to. Maybe I should have stuck with that initial intuition) but it came about like this:

I was reaching into the distant fog of my early childhood one day, and one memory in particular kept resurfacing. So, just for fun, I decided to write a post about ten of my earliest memories. I would love it if you all would share your earliest memories too, in the comments section of this post. Besides, then I wouldn't feel quite so narcissistic, or at least not conspicuously so.


Ten of my Earliest Memories

Ages 2-6
or something like that

A previous ice age

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1.  Falling into a rushing river in Idaho and being rescued from certain death by my brother, who is four years older than I. (It could be a lie that my brother told me, of course, but I do remember it, nevertheless.)

2.  A steep cliff and hand pump just outside the back door of a house in Idaho. I mean there was just enough room to open the door and get water from the pump. The house was at the bottom of the cliff. The top of the cliff was about 20 or 30 feet above. It belonged to some relative that we visited just that once. (Idaho is a long way from Wisconsin, especially when my parents stopped every 60 miles or so for coffee. Then again, this was just before the Interstate...yeah, a long, long time ago! And no, we weren't traveling by covered wagon.)

3.  'The Strawberry Girl' painting that hung above the Jungers oil burner in our living room. I always wondered why that little girl was going to have a baby, and why my mother thought that was a nice picture. But I never asked her. It seemed to be one of those things you didn't talk about.

4.  Distinctly hearing my name called (repeatedly! on a dark and stormy night) when no one but me was in the house. I was about 5 years old. (The others must have been milking cows.)  It was my Samuel moment.
5.  A late summer afternoon, sitting with my sister and mom in the basement on an old discarded horsehair sleigh cushion, waiting out a tornado. (I said the sleigh cushion was 'discarded.' That means that we did not use horse and sleigh as transportation...just in case you didn't pick up on that in point #2..)

6.  Grabbing a man's hand at church, thinking it was my dad, because all the men in the church wore long gray coats and fedora hats, and being very embarrassed (and a little scared) when I looked up and realized I had the wrong guy. I mean, what little girl would want to find herself holding Gunner Jackson's hand? He always seemed so quiet and stern.


(Could be the men at the First Baptist Church)


7.  A recurring dream that I could stand on the top step of our long flight of stairs and fly down to the bottom. I only tried it in my dreams, and it worked every time. I was so tempted to try it after I woke up. I'm surprised my older brothers didn't dare me to do it.
8.  My wedding day - when I was 5 years old and the groom was about 9, while we stood on a sled in the ditch. His older brother and my older brother looked on as witnesses. Another older brother, about 11, was officiating. It may have been the shortest marriage on record - probably because no one would pull me home on the sled. I quickly realized that I had married a 9 year old jerk.

9.  The school boys lined up behind the wood shed of the old country school house (yes, there was such a thing as a wood shed!) and girls standing in line, taking turns kissing them. (Yech!) I was not one of those girls. I was 6 and not yet stupid. I was the designated spy who had to let them know if the teacher was coming.




10.  Walking home from school in first or second grade, and as I came up to the top of the hill, seeing a TV antenna on top of our house. My parents had bought our first TV -  which somehow broadcast only Westerns.

Have Gun Will Travel
Roy Rogers
Hopalong Cassidy
Gene Autry
The Virginian
Bonanza
Gunsmoke, etc.

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There! Now it's your turn. 
What are some of your earliest memories?

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