The whole thing was RIGGED

When I first saw this week's Sepia Saturday prompt I was transported to a large sailing ship with masts and rigging. Alas, it's more Wichita Lineman than Master and Commander.

But the images that follow are indeed of sailing ships. I have no idea where these ships were located in these vintage shots, most likely taken by Betty Schnabel, Donald's daughter. Knowing that for many years Betty lived on the East Coast, I can guess that's the location of this seaport. I welcome any guesses.

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Apparently Betty took a trip with friends for a few days. Not many shots were taken, but I will post a few more shots of her friends on there girl get-away.

UPDATE: Thanks to Intense Guy I now know these shots were taken at Mystic Seaport in Mystic, Connecticut.

And now, in honor of the linemen in the Sepia Saturday prompt...



Each one of these may be followed by a sigh.

"Oh to be in Paris this time of year."

"It only hurts when I laugh."

"I am stuck on bandaids brand and bandaids stuck on me."

"Her name is Matilda, and she has the most beautiful hazel green eyes."

"Could you speak up? I can't hear you. What? Huh?"

"It was a very bright light…and then poof! they were gone."

"No, my teeth are fine. Why do you ask?"

"Well, mother, the teacher said it would stop me from talking in class."

"Gee wiz doc, I don't know what you gave me, but I don't feel any pain. I don't feel anything…but how come you have two noses?"

"No, I'm only wearing this because mother cut my sideburns too short."


Bob? How do you like the POI?

This is the same little fella who has been featured in the two previous posts. We'll now call him Bob. Or perhaps it should be Bob? to be more specific.

I'm guessing he's just sucking on his fingers, but I prefer to think maybe he's been dipping into some two fingered poi. Go for it little dude!


Devilish CHERUBIC smile

This is the same little unknown fella from yesterday. Bob? Bob…is that you? Or is it Donald? Unless someone is really good at reading facial features we'll never know.

Nothing is written on the back of this real photo postcard from Donald G. Schnabel's family album. Donald was one of nine children. One was named Robert. So maybe this is really Bob?



You can only guess my joy today when my doctor told me that after four weeks (this coming Monday) my ankle has not healed one bit. Not at all. The bone, thanks to this nasty European made torture chamber, is in the right position, but no healing. Still broken as much as it was on day one. At least three more weeks of this Borg boot. I think I almost screamed with joy in her ear over the phone. I hate to say it, but it sucks getting older…except for the alternative.

So, with joy on my mind I found this shot taken by Donald G. Schnabel. Good old Donald, always ready to mark his photos with data about what his process was. I don't know if I've ever mentioned that many of the slides are marked with data about what camera he was using. In this case he provides us with the settings he used and his address.

As to who the child is…no idea. Someone thought it might be "Bob?" It might have been helpful if Donald had provided the child's name.

Then again, maybe it's baby Donald? He was born in 1898. What do you think?

More shots of this child to come.


BIG GIRL, little girl, a car, and Marcel waves

This is as close as I can get to the prompt this week at Sepia Saturday. I'm still relegated to sorting through snapshots already on my computer. No lifting of boxes to get to the real hardcore stuff. The way things are going I'll be sitting with my foot up for another four weeks. But, enough of that nonsense.

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A big girl and a little girl standing next to a car, each with marcel wave hairdos. Okay, big woman and little woman to be more precise. The Sepia Saturday prompt shows two women on bicycles. Well, I've got two woman and a wheel. That'll have to do. The only thing I'm sure of is that whoever owned the car had a membership with AAA, the American Automobile Association.

I used to have a membership with the California version until I bought my last car which came with its own service for a few years. When it ran out I didn't bother to go back to AAA because of the cost. My car insurance offers me full roadside assistance for $12 a year. Why pay 40+? Well, I do admit to missing the maps. I loved the AAA maps and TripTix. I like having a paper map to find where I'm going. So many people use GPS on phones or systems in their car. I rather hate those systems. I like being able to see the whole and not the minutia. Yes, a GPS map can show me up close the road I'm on, but it really doesn't do justice in giving me scale of where I'm going. And frankly, I've seen way too many stupid directions come out of computers and smartphones. Give me an old fashioned map and I'm quite content.

I am an excellent map reader. Do I have proof for such a statement? Well, I only got lost once on a trip by myself in England and Scotland. Once. I had the Royal Auto club big map book that I'd bought in London and my little blue rental car with the crummy transmission. I drove around for a month with only getting lost for about 10 minutes in a town near Dartmoor. Actually when I think back on that crummy car I'm probably lucky it held together through the whole trip. I squeaked and rattled all over the countryside until I returned it back to London, both of us showing some wear.


VIENNA by night

Not exactly the sort of tourist photo you send home to show lovely Vienna at night, but I'm sure it brought a smile to the recipient.

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Lovin' the fella on the lefts curlycue mustache. Imagine how much time he spent on that. Then again, maybe he had them made by a local barber and just stuck them on his face with wax when he wanted to feel especially dapper.



Dear sweet Agnes, never one to trust strangers, or the uncle who frowned, or traveling salesmen who didn't bring her favorite flavor of gum drops. Yes, dear sweet Agnes who terrified many a teacher with her stare. Dear dear sweet Agnes.

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