Showing posts with label 1961. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1961. Show all posts

Saturday, March 22, 2025

Ooops


  

I'm a lifelong atheist who, as a child, was forced to go to church.  Things like Sunday School and church-sponsored children's parties were held in the basement.  I lived for those times when someone dropped something, tripped, or made a mess of things, and I wasn't the only one who felt that way.  Even the believers needed a break from the boredom of Sunday mornings when we all wanted to go out and play instead.  Dated 1961. 

Tuesday, February 9, 2021

Desert Mice


 

Written on the back, "Would you happen to know who these desert rats are?"  And below that, "1961"  Well, this picture doesn't look like it's from the desert, but it could be from one of the many subdivisions that  started to sprout up in places like Tucson and Phoenix at around about that time.  

Friday, November 17, 2017

The Party, The Fun Table



On September 22nd, I posted a company  party picture that showed a number of black employees sitting separately from the white employees.  I couldn't help but wonder if some party planner had put all the blacks at the same table,  or if the workers, more or less,  decided to separate themselves by race, by themselves.  Well, I was back at the same antique store and found this photo from the same party.  It looks like the fun people didn't care about race.

Click on  miller company in labels to see the first pix.

Friday, September 22, 2017

The Party



Written on the back, "Dec-1961 Miller Co."  To put it mildly, there are a lot of Miller Companies in the United States.  At first I thought it was a company with an all black work force, albeit with a white boss.  (See the guy on the far left.)  But, after I blew things up, I noticed that there were a number of white people in the background.  I'd love to know if the employees self segregated, or if the party organizer purposely seated all the black workers at the same table.

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Bad Dog!




Get that damn dog out of the picture! How am I going to get a good shot of the fireplace if you can't control that animal?  Bad dog, bad!

My mother had one of these fake fireplaces.  It didn't survive storage for more than one Christmas.

Both dated, "1961."  The top photo is labeled "ONKY."  The dog's name, I assume.