Don't Forget the Dog

  

Written on the back, "July 1952  Ruth, Clint & David, Clint's son."  A farm family?  Perhaps a house right on the edge of the new, post-war subdivision?  Was Clint a widower or divorced? 

Leona & Bob

 

Written on the back, "Leona & Bob and the Magil family.  San Mateo 1952."   Fascinating.  The Magil family appear to be Latino.  

That's A Lot of Booze

  

I don't know why these people are in a party mood, but whatever the reason, it clearly involves lots of alcohol.  There are bottles everywhere.  There's' a processor's stamp on the back, "PIXIE SNAP JUNE 1952" 

The Stare

 

This is another photo from a mystery envelope of prints I found in the box of already posted pictures.  The problem is that I put individual photos in that box, not envelopes of mixed pictures.  So, I 'm not sure if I've put this one up before, and there are just too many images on The New Found Photography to really search them all.  So, this woman has this great stare, and with that bottle in the foreground I have to wonder if she's a bit tipsy.  Written on the back, "March 1952."  And if this has now been posted more than once, so what. 

It's The Hat

When I was growing up, Easter was the time of year when ladies bought new hats.  I still don't know why hats are associated with the Resurrection. Dated "March 1952" 

The Really Big Radio Has To Warm Up

Who out there is old enough to remember when radios had to warm up?   There was a time when radios, record players, televisions, and early tape recorders ran on tubes, turn them on, and until the tubes actually got warm, there was this low level hum that came out of the speakers.  I sometimes think I might have been born in the wrong time.  I like old technology.

Printed "Week of July 7, 1952"

Children and Pets

Two thoughts about these two focus challenged photos.

 I'm always amazed at what pets are willing to put up with from children.  I grew up in a small, rural town, and we had a number of dogs while I was growing up, but  only one cat.  My sister had seen a movie with a Siamese cat, and she had to have one, so my father went out and brought her a purebred, papers, a fancy name, the whole lot.  That cat was the meanest thing I've ever seen in my life, and I've survived two attempts on my life.   From time to time that cat would crawl up on your lap and purr away, but if you valued your fingers, you waited for her to leave.  The dogs, on the other hand, would put up with anything, and come back for more, even when they were mistreated.  And no, that's not a confession of animal cruelty, but small kids aren't all that good at constant kindness and care.  Anyway, our cat seemed to have been an anomaly, while the dogs were pretty much like dogs everywhere.  I've seen small children pick up pet cats, squeeze them to the point of near death, and they just take it.  Not unlike this little girl and her pet tabby.

And my second thought; look at the distance between mother and child.  No wonder that little girl was clutching her pet cat.  I may be wrong, but I don't see a lot of affection between these two.

Written on the backs of both prints, "Sept. 1952."