Bruddas
The only one in this picture with his eye on the ball is the guy in the middle, grinning. Everyone else is like, where the heck is the camera?
I think this picture is from somewhere in Nebraska. The $3.95 Ranch Steak special reminds me of the 99¢ Sirloin special advertised by the Ponderosa Steak House. I can appreciate a cheap steak but 99¢ sounded a little too cheap.
A cellist from 1943 looks through the cracked pane of a glass-mounted slide. Her name is Yolanda, and this slide is dated May 15, 1943.
Photo guy. Pana-Vue Slide. 1950-something. One would hate to have gotten into this business during the mid-1990s. Well, maybe not. A lot has changed in photography but the local photo shop has a lot of services to offer that it never would have imagined just 10 years ago: prints from slides, prints from digital cameras and memory cards, and the always valuable photos-on-coffee-cups.
I love this picture. This is one of over 900 slides I recently posted, showing windows into the lives of an American family living in Germany during the 1950s. In this picture it looks like daddy stopped the car to take this beautiful shot of his daughters in front of the Neustadt Weinstrasse — a large vineyard. The license plate on the car reads “U.S. Forces in Germany” and helped solve what was, for me, a bit of a mystery as to who these people were. Being an Army Brat myself I identified with the adventure of being an American child whose earliest memories are from far away lands. My memories center around Laos, and the American School of Vientiane where my sister and I went to school. I was too young to have memories as articulate as (I would imagine) those of these 2 girls, who seem to have spent a large part of their childhood traveling overseas. You can click this picture (or click here) to see larger versions.
Germany, 1957. Girl playing solitaire. From a series of hundreds of slides showing a U.S. family in Germany during the 1950s.
This is a strange and fascinating picture. Two girls from the mid-west are seen on a beach in Florida engaging a flock of seagulls in what looks like a dangerous, Hitchcockian confrontation. The long shadow of the photographer lurches into the frame, and several stains and some water-damage clutter the sky. This is from a box load of slides formerly owned by a mid-west family and sold at an estate clearance earlier this year. The slides smell musty and gross, a rank stench which seems to indicate that they came from a smoking household.
