The Picnic

Because I will be out of touch for the next two months, I hope you will understand that I feel you will enjoy this old (1916) photo of my family so I'm publishing one more for this week's Flashback. 

We always got a big kick seeing that these dressed up people had fun eating and drinking and enjoying a road trip and picnic. It explains itself.

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My mother is the baby, and  I have no idea who took this photo. 

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Haynsworth Baldrey

This is all the biological information about Mr. Baldrey, I could find to date:

Methods

* Printmaking, Graphic Design

* Sculpture, Sculptor

  

Media

* Etching, Etcher

Associations

* National Sculpture Society

  

Some Exhibitions

* National Sculpture Society

* Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts

  

Chronology

* Early 20th Century Before 1950

And these are the only photos of his works with some information I have been able to find (without joining a website and paying for more detailed and informative knowledge and enlightenment!

Haynsworth Baldrey (American, 1885-1946). Young Boy, bronze

Young Boy, bronze verdigris bronze figure of child seated on rock, signed in cast "Haynsworth Baldrey 1928,"  21 1/2 in. H.

HAYNSWORTH BALDREY, LISTED NJ, "Flat Brook Valley Winter" Water Color, signed W/ EXHIBITION LABEL

Haynsworth Baldrey (American, 1885-1946). "View of the Washington Monument Looking Down Charles Street, Baltimore" etching, signed "Haynsworth Baldrey" Ir, 8 3/4 x 5 3/4 in., framed.

Haynsworth Baldrey (American, 1885 to 1946), an oil on canvas painting, winter landscape scene titled verso Rhododendrons Winter, signed lower right H. Baldrey and verso on stretcher and canvas Haynsworth Baldrey and Newton, N.J. 1938.

Haynsworth Baldrey, American, 1885-1946, Baltimore Flower Mart, etching, 6 x 8 in., framed    (no photo)

66 Years Ago

In 1947 I was visiting my grandmother and drawing all sorts of images. At 11 years old, I loved to draw and color.  Thankfully, my mother saved this in my "packet" of photos, report cards, certificates and art. 

Today, I was looking through the packet, getting lots of laughs when reading the teacher comments on the report cards, and came across this drawing. It was on really old and thin paper, looked like plain store wrapping, but the thing that got my attention was the LAMP! I don't know how the pertinent information came to be on the bottom of the drawing, bit it definitely looks like my grandma.

Yes, I have that same old and useful reading lamp right in the cabin living area. It has traveled many miles and had become a part of several homes before becoming now at rest here. It IS the same lamp, I just know it. I remember it being in the home I lived in when I was a teenager. 

Flashback Friday Ancestors

One hundred and forty three years ago my maternal great grandparents were married.

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I understand that they were farmers. My grandmother told me so, and she should know. They don't look much like farmers! Their hands do, I think.

Malinda is a pretty name.

 James is the spiritual guardian of my home. 

This must be Sunday because I see Malinda is holding her bible in the crook of her arm.

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The Pot

I knew my old pot was old, but 86 years old!! WOW.

Club aluminum pots can be found on e-Bay, but they are all newer and hammered aluminum, not plain. The knobs are different and the logo/mark is different. There are plenty of the old 1926 recipe books that go with the entire set on e-bay, but only one of the exact pots is in my home. 

Now that I see what the entire set looks like, I can see several other items that are familiar as I was growing up. My mom must have just brought the one here when the cabin was new. And, worst of all, I'm pretty sure I sent all of the others to Goodwill when I was preparing her house for sale when she was in the skilled nursing care facility. Darn! I never even gave it a thought that they would still be useful. I think they were my grandmother's first and she gave them to Mom. Now one is mine!

My pot is used to make cooked candy,  pecan pie fillings, Bar-B-Q sauce, and some soups. It is very special because things just do not burn and can simmer for hours. It's not a large pot but an extremely important one to me. 

Today I made the barbeque sauce... UM...  YUMMY... it has to age for a week or so, but then will go on baked chicken tenders, pulled beef and pork, and used as a dip for chunks of other meat treats. I "might" even share one or two of the little jars I have filled, with my daughter and a couple of friends. 

See my pot. Oh! and yes, I have the original lid with knob. 

These are my pot bottom marks

These Arms...

Once they were strong. They commanded the handlebar of many bicycles, the old fashioned kind without gears, to explore the countryside. They assisted in accomplishing chin-ups and pull-ups in school playgrounds and gymnasiums. They did hot pepper jump roping. They enabled access to a treehouse located very high in a beech tree. They carried two five gallon buckets of water many yards twice a day to horses for numerous years. They steered a tractor pulling a wagonload of hay bales through rough fields and then help upload them to the barn elevator. They pulled this body high up into trees with a pouch on its back to pick apples, and helped it down with the burdensome packload for weeks on end. They lifted and maneuvered long bulky planks of wood, often heavy oak or cherry, to a chopsaw station to be cut into specific lengths for seven years straight. They once held a sizable dog down for several hours while porcupine quills were extracted from its tongue and cheeks by a helper. They hoed, dug and raked an ample vegetable garden every year. They have carried tons of laundry to and from washers, driers, clotheslines, vehicles. They've moved furniture and emptied heavy kettles from stoves to sinks. They once embraced, pushed, opened and closed. 

Now they are soft, cushy, flaccid, floppy, shapeless and slack. Their tonelessness is a sight to behold. They do nothing but hang and flap. They have become unpowerful, unenthusiastic and lethargic. They are exhausted and OLD. Like me.

Old and Used

OK, now this morning I felt like taking pictures of the dressers and chests and other old furniture in this old cabin. Don't get me wrong - I love OLD, and don't want different or new! Heavens! That would be very disturbing! 

 Small Bedroom Dresser with Attached Mirror

 Dining Area Chest

 Large Bedroom Chest With Attached Mirror

 Large Bedroom Dresser Used For Storage of Seldom Used Items

Living Room View from Dining Area

 

Dining and Kitchen Area Looking from Living Room

Dovetails

Last night I dreamed of dovetails - the wooden kind - OLD - There are so many here in this 50+ year old cabin. First, though I must say that these are only a few existing here with me.  Waaaay back when my parents were furnishing their "summer retreat" there was a used furniture store in town with all sorts of wonderful finds. Dressers and chests were needed in the two small bedrooms, and some place to store odds and ends and kitchen linens was called for.

The first purchase was the small bedroom dresser including attached mirror. I was with Mom when she chose it and remember clearly that it cost $10.00. The next purchase was  a dresser for the larger bedroom. This one came with a detached, but beveled mirror and cost $15.00.   A tall chest was needed for the larger bedroom. Another $10.00. I don't remember how much the dining what-not chest cost but it is used EVERY day.

Now these certainly were not antiques because they all were a bit rickety and had been varnished and re-stained by someone else in their pasts, but they were somewhat sturdy and "attractive" in Mom's eye. They were very utilitarian - that was her mindset and is mine today.

One in the larger bedroom is really falling apart and we only use it to store stuff that is rarely used, such as picture frames and odds and ends.

Back to the dovetails. I think I have been watching too much "Antiques Roadshow" because there is no other logical explanation as to why I would have such a dream. I'm attached to these old things. REALLY.

There are old chairs too, but now I think I've eliminated the dovetail dream from my crazy mixed up mind. Besides, I don't feel like looking for more. I don't feel like taking more pictures today.  These are IT.

 Dining Room 5 Drawer Chest

 Large Bedroom 3 Drawer Dresser (someone (Pop?) fixed once long ago)

 Large Bedroom  7 Drawer Chest

  Large Bedroom  7 Drawer Chest

 Large Bedroom  7 Drawer Chest

Small Bedroom  3 Drawer Chest

1938 and 1945 and 1954

I really must get my old photos scanned. Maybe this winter.....

I have many and, perhaps one day, my kids might like to see them.

Age 2 1938

 Age 9 1947

 Age 46 1982

Last Legs

Yes, my camera is on its last legs. I love that camera and will keep taping it together until it will be impossible to use.

I have said many times before that I don't like change. I'm also afraid that it will take me too long to learn how to use a new one; (fear of the unknown).

In addition, most of all...   I have NO money to buy a new one! Will "make do." Always have, always will.

By the way, I think I'm pretty clever figuring out a way to take a few pictures of it! My brain just kicked in - it does that once in a while!

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Curl...

The Jheri curl, also spelled "Jerry" curl by many, is a hairstyle that was created in the early 1980's by a professional hairstylist named Jheri Redding. The Jheri curl quickly became a popular hairstyle amongst African Americans, including celebrities like Michael Jackson, Rick James, and Eddie Murphy. The style does not require a lot of maintenance. All you have to do is keep the curls moisturized and get a "touch up" every two months.


A friend called her mother's hair style a "Jeri Curl" and I was at once reminded that I had one too - in 1978 when the photo was taken. I didn't know what it was later called! I was ahead of the times and it was just a curly perm back then.

It was awful when it grew out!

Here I am grilling burgers in an old tire rim with my kids and their friends still wet from swimming.