An umbrella’s worst fear? A windy day.
No electronics, no batteries.
An old baseball glove mellows with age.
Tres chic! Available at our local antique mall.
We found this stuffed medieval court jester riding a wind indicator for sale in a local antique mall. Alas, we fear the royal court was not amused.
Sen-Sen: It Took Your Breath Away
Sen-Sen late 1800s-early 1900s advertising featured photos of ladies dressed in Japanese kimonos holding packs and boxes of their chewing gum. We photographed an old box with one of Lois’ figurines.
A letter sent to John’s grandmother from her sister in 1901.
Chase and Sanborn coffee good for a morning town ride. 1939 New York World’s Fair postcard.
We received this antique silver kerosene lamp from Lois’ mom. We bought some paraffin lamp oil and planned to photograph it while lit, but the wick kept burning down. It is a central draft lamp that takes a tubular wick which has deteriorated and will have to be replaced. It hasn’t been lit for at least fifty years.
The clock’s interior . . . no batteries required.
Twelve and one are . . .
Our camera was placed 90 degrees to a window which provided the lighting for our old clock.
Dr. Charles Stiehl opened his winery in Algoma, WI in 1967 where he produced his wines for 14 years from Door County cherries and apples. His “wine wrap” bottles appear to be based on the casts used to immobilize broken arms; the bottles were wrapped with gauze, painted with plaster of paris and labeled.
This handmade crochet bedspread is a treasured reminder of John’s Grandmother. Her hands were always busy creating doilies, rugs and blankets . . . as well as baking the most luscious pull-apart buns.
The well loved teddy bear and rag doll are both childhood presents that spend their retirement years in our guest room.
The tractor was part of a roadside display fronting a shop housing a collection of antique tractors. The shop was closed during the weekend and we made a note to return sometime during weekday hours.
An iconic tractor showed off its patina by a village roadside near the eastern shore of Lake Winnebago.
Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.
— Carl Sandburg