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Chew Mail Pouch
“If you can find a job that you would do without being paid, that’s what you should do.” – Harley Warrick
Large abandoned structure in Dillonvale, Ohio, in Jefferson county. Mail Pouch Tobacco ad barely visible.
[Found here.]
That’s Mail Pouch barn painter Harley Warrick (1924-2000).
Here’s an excellent tribute site to those who travelled the sticks to hand-paint the ubiquitous advertisements:
That quote on top? It’s similar to what my own grampa told me:
“Find something you like to do, figure out how to get paid for it, and you’ll never work a day.”
The Feast Of The Bean Kings
Fest des Bohnenkönigs (Feast of The Bean Kings)
Jakob Jordaens (ca. 1640-45)
The functionary with the above whimsical title played an important part in the festivities of Christmas in the olden time. His duties were to lead and direct the multifarious revels of the season, or, as we should say at the present day, to act as Master of the Ceremonies. The following account of him is given by Stow:
‘In the feast of Christmas, there was in the king’s house, wheresoever he lodged, a Lord of Misrule, or Master of Merry Disports, and the like had ye in the house of every nobleman of honour or good worship, were he spiritual or temporal. The Mayor of London, and either of the Sheriffs, had their several Lords of Misrule, ever contending, without quarrel or offence, who should make the rarest pastime to delight the beholders. These lords beginning their rule at Allhallond Eve, continued the same till the morrow after the Feast of the Purification, commonly called Candlemas Day, in which space there were fine and subtle disguising, masks and mummeries, with playing at cards for counters, nayles and points, in every house, more for pastimes than for game.’
If that description is correct, the Fest des Bohnenkönigs was a celebration that ran for three months every year starting at Halloween, and there’s probably a good reason why the Feast was banned… twice. Click on the link, then zoom, scroll and enjoy the debauchery.
Somewhat related was the British tradition of “The Bean Feast.”
[Top image and description found here.]
Bob & Jean’s Driveway, Hazard, Nebraska
Traditional Christmas celebration. I love it.
[Images with unedited captions found here.]
Accident Prone Woman
Each shot ‘tells’ about worn out characters who, as if a sudden black-out of mind and body took over, let themselves crash with no attempt to save themselves, unable, because of the fatigue of the everyday ‘representation’ of living, oppressed by ‘appearance’ instead of simply ‘existing’. –Sandro Giordano
Elderly Man Is Happy With Graffiti On His Door.
A company in Amsterdam [True Doors] came up with a clever idea: a way for seniors in retirement facilities to personalize their own otherwise bland entrances.
This works on several levels: The resident can have some fun, it’s easier for those with failing eyesight to find their apartments, and relatives don’t have to follow the room numbers to visit their elders.
The stock designs start at €9o + €24 shipping, which equates to about $124 USD, but if you spread the cost out over several years it’s inexpensive.
Papa Strutts would have chosen a custom design that looked something like this:
[More images (& slightly inaccurate) story here. Other available designs here.]
The .Gif Friday Post No.461 – Playing with Echeveria
Yeah, I was bored.
Boy’s Life Magazine November 1927 – Happy Thanksgiving!
Excerpt from L.K. Smith’s short story:
In the early years of this country’s formation, Thanksgiving was celebrated intermittently as a time of a bountiful harvest, an insurance policy against winter starvation, and thanks were given to God. It wasn’t until 1863 that President Abraham Lincoln proclaimed a national Thanksgiving Day to be held each November.
Have a great Holiday, and I hope that the children and grandchildren still fight over the wishbone. –Bunk
St. Pancras Hotel
St. Pancras Renaissance Hotel, London. St. Pancras is the Patron Saint of Teenagers:
We have no reliable historical information about this martyr. Legend tells us he was born at the end of the third century and brought up by an uncle in Rome after the death of his parents. Both he and his uncle became Christians. Pancras was beheaded in 304 during Diocletian’s persecution. He was only 14 years old [via].
[Photo by Dan Hamilton, image found here.]
Off To The Polls – Election Day 2016
[Found in here.]
Tacky Raccoons 