Posted in The postcards

Dodge City Scene

There’s a lot going on in this Dodge City postcard. At first I thought the guy in the street outside the cigar store had slipped in some horse poop, but apparently the Man in the Yellow Hat has given him lead poisoning. Curious George would be appalled by TMITY’s dark side.

The guy in the yellow shirt at the bottom right, had a WANTED flyer for some dude, and as luck would have it that dude just came up behind him. But the look on his face! Keep your cool man! This old west reenactment show was all very entertaining… Until I saw they hung a guy from a tree on the hill! At the rate people are being shot or hung, pretty soon it will be a ghost town.

Posted in Mildly Interesting

The Bricklayer’s Excuse- True story?

Fans of novelty music have all heard “The Bricklayer’s Song”, I have always thought of it as mere clever lyrics, so imagine my surprise when I found it almost verbatim, presented in a 1957 issue of the esteemed Everett, Washington Herald newspaper, and attributed to the Manchester, England Guardian newspaper.

I think this is an urban legend that predated even this old article. Supposedly this was from a bricklayer in Barbados to his contracting firm- but was unsigned. Who writes a letter requesting sick leave? By the time it gets there, you would already be fired. Especially since he didn’t sign it!

Posted in This explains everything

How to use a telephone

We were watching an old “telephone manners” instructional video on Youtube, and I mentioned to Teresa the little booklet we got in like second grade when a genial fellow from Ma Bell came out to talk to us… So she goes upstairs and rummages around and guess what she kept…

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It had all sorts of useful information in it, here’s an example of how people used to communicate before telephones…

ttb_greek runner It’s bad enough the messenger had to go on foot, but oh, those sandals… running in flip-flops! I have a hunch that a lot of these messengers slowed to a walk as soon as they got far enough away from the boss.





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A nice things about the telephone, is that you can call anyone! Even Jimmy Head! (More on him later)

Not sure about the repairman who can’t figure out his wrench though… and I definitely would not call this cop! He is just dying to try out his new baton, having busted his old one over the skull of some random miscreant.






ttb_operatortheybeatme “Operator, may I have the number for child protective services? What do you mean it hasn’t been invented yet! My dad says he is going to beat the freckles off of me!”





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“Sally, are you going to the Freckles Anonymous meeting tonight?…. Gee, that’s swell!”






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Here’s Teresa’s personal phone directory. Apparently Lorie H. had an unlisted number. I am guessing that Teresa could call Jimmy Head if she needed to track somebody down. He sounds like the kind of guy who knew where the bones were buried.

Posted in Friends and Kin

Tune the UHF channel for your vicinity

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Teresa’s maternal grandparents living in Renton, Washington, in 1957. I would bet that this was taken late on a Saturday afternoon, before some kind of lodge meeting. Note the extra large TV antenna across the street. Pointed towards Seattle for maximum viewing pleasure. We lived in North Seattle when I was young, we could usually pull in the network stations from Seattle OK, but I wanted to watch cartoons on Sunday too, and the only game in town for that was KVOS Bellingham, which our antenna wasn’t optimized to pick up clearly, if that was even possible. So I had to settle for watching that whiny Casper and contend with the extra ghosts generated by poor television reception.

Teresa’s grandfather was an ironworker, I wish I had gotten to know him better. He probably had some stories to tell.