tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55468582140962843092024-03-14T02:22:10.299-05:00Time 'n Thyme AgainAnne Dankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17192617622222922412noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546858214096284309.post-7957193132511723212017-10-18T17:09:00.000-05:002018-12-23T05:42:29.231-06:00John P. Couture<div style="text-align: left;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">John Couture <span style="font-size: 12.8px;">Jun 29, 1972 – Oct 8, 2017</span><span style="font-size: 12.8px;"> </span></td></tr>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: black; white-space: pre-wrap;">In the course of our ordinary daily routines, we are sometimes thrown a curve-ball and are forced to face the fact that life is precious and sometimes, painfully too short. Last week - specifically Sunday, October 8th,</span><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> 2017 – John P. Couture, my 1st cousin on my Mom's side, unexpectedly passed away at </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">the ripe old age of 45 – just 3 years my junior. </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He taught English at Marquette University and was pursuing his doctorate in English. He was a lover of books, art, music, basketball, learning consummately, family and all people in general. He was intelligent, witty and kind-hearted. But for me, he was my mostly my cousin. Among his other titles of son, nephew, brother, friend and teacher, cousin is a humble title, but one I am so grateful he wore.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: black; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-style: normal;">We, along with our brothers, sisters and cousins grew up together spending holidays, </span></span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">birthdays, family events and random visits with each other. He is part of some of my earliest memories. I remember being told Auntie Marianne was going to have a baby. While not completely understanding that at 3 years old, I <i>do </i>remember meeting my new cousin who we called </span><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">John-John for the first time. At family gatherings, we talked as kids talk – silly and giggling. Go ahead; imagine it. It sounded just like the silly kid-banter you had with your childhood loved ones – the memory of its content is long gone, but the sound of the giggling remains. At the time, little did we know one of us would grow to become a learned intellectual.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></span></span>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As we grew older, the conversation changed to school, sports, music, teachers and random teenage topics. -- Go ahead imagine </span><span style="text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>those </i></span><span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">conversations; you had them, too. Giggling was still ever present. After all, it was the 1980s which were immortalized by MTV videos...but so, too, we dipped into current events, our future plans and figuring our place in the world. </span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As adults, those conversations changed to things we learned and wanted to learn. The adult conversations continued to be sprinkled with giggles but were also filled headier topics. We still spoke of music for we had similar tastes -- </span><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">admittedly through John, I did learn to appreciate Bob Dylan's lyrics in a different light. We had a long conversation about his father, my Uncle Will. Uncle Will passed away when we were just kids. Although my memories are through the eyes of a 10 year child, as a niece they were different from John's as a son. I remember when Uncle Will spoke to me, I felt like I was the only person on earth who mattered. He never spoke down to me, and never like I was only a kid. At one point, I told John that he reminded me so much of his Dad. I never did tell him that the biggest similarity was when speaking with John he made you feel as though you were the only person on earth who mattered. </span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">So fast forward, to last week Monday, October 9th. The call came in the morning while I was at work. I could not believe John had unexpectedly passed. You can imagine there was shock, tears and questions. In what order, you ask? I don't remember. I do remember sitting outside the office building sobbing. Thoughts turned his brothers, sister, and my Mom's sisters. Before long, I was picking up my sister, brother and Godchild at O'Hare at different times over the course of two different days, but no matter. We just wanted to be together. Ironically -- or maybe not -- I am sure John simply would have wanted us to be together. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #31849b; font-family: "calibri";"><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">Over the next few days, there was time spent with my husband, parents, sister, brother, aunts, and <i>cousins</i>. This time included watching the Packer game on TV because...well...it <i><b>is</b></i> Wisconsin ,and it is just what you do. The topic of conversation always turned to John, his life and our memories of him. Ultimately, it was time to celebrate his life during a funeral mass at Saints Peter and Paul Church in Milwaukee on October 16th. Amid the hugs, kisses, and tears the words "Fog" and "Dream" entered each conversation. Together in that Church at that moment everyone present shared completely common ground no matter our walk of life or background -- family, friends, colleagues, and students. Disbelief. John so vibrant and present in our lives was suddenly just gone.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #31849b; font-family: "calibri";"><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">As we moved to the cemetery, there again we stood, parents, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncle and the ever-present cousins all saying goodbye to John. We, the same cousins who grew up together, sometimes misunderstood one another, yet are bound by love for one another all stood together at the grave. This was different. At this family gathering, we were being forced to say final goodbyes to one of us with whom we never had enough hellos. I think we were supposed to disperse before the coffin was lowered into the grave (or maybe not, truthfully, it is an experience before now I never knew), instead, we all stood and watched. All silent. All still. Some close. Some not. We watched and said goodbye in what I can only describe as a fog on a beautiful sunny day. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #31849b; font-family: "calibri";"><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">The story of Monday doesn't end there. Monday's story ends with spending time together sharing toasts, food, stories, hugs, and giggles. There in that foggy unbelievable dream, were us cousins bound by love for one another and realizing perhaps for the first time we need to be there for one another even when time and modern life make it difficult. John was present the whole day, I am sure. He brought the sunshine, toasted and giggled with us...if only we could hug him. Throughout the day, each of us stated maybe this could be part John's legacy. A legacy of making sure we, as family stay, in touch and lean on each other. It is something I am fairly sure John wanted in this life, and a legacy of which anyone would be proud.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #31849b; font-family: "calibri";"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="background-color: white; color: black;">I am not certain any of us who knew John will ever make sense of his passing. We may know he is in peace with the Lord, but our human hearts need ample time to heal. I am certain anyone who knew John Couture simply believes he passed at least 45 years too soon.</span> </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #31849b; font-family: "calibri";">https://www.lifestorynet.com/obituaries/john-couture.118932</span></span></div>
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The photo of this unidentified young woman has a modern
twist. All we know about her is what the photo supplies. This c. mid-1860s carte
de visite photo was taken in Lyons, NY at C.H. Ravell Photographer (Lyons
itself had a population of approx 3,200 in 1860). She is wearing a simply styled pretty
silk dress which is immaculately tailored. Next to her sits her paletot (coat)
and hat. She appears to be comfortably middle class which fits with the
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Now here’s where the conversation takes a turn and you gentlemen
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Although we know nothing else about her, she has played an
important role for several of us well-endowed ladies who sport 19<sup>th</sup>
c. period clothing every now and again. Again, she is wearing wonderfully
tailored clothes and has a lovely shape.
She, of course, would have known nothing other than a corset as a
foundation garment, but all of us who have known modern foundation garments may initially find a corset well a bit over-whelming as is drastically changes our shape. The first time a well-endowed
contemporary woman wears a 19<sup>th</sup> c. corset, she may be very
self-conscious as our assets are - shall we say - greatly enhanced. It takes a
little “getting used to” and after awhile is it normal and even enjoyable…but it is
initially a bit odd especially if you are used to “minimizers”. In the meantime, this woman helps remind us that 19<sup>th</sup> c. clothing can fit attractively well on a curvy
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Anne Dankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17192617622222922412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546858214096284309.post-48371112594353864242017-03-30T05:59:00.000-05:002017-03-30T06:00:09.654-05:00March 29th - Aunt Lerisa<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Women's History Month Day 29</h3>
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The back of this photo is labeled "Aunt Lerisa". The front of this cabinet card shows where "Aunt Lerisa" had her photo taken: "Robinson and Roe, 77 Clark Street, Chicago" </div>
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This very stylish young woman had her photo taken at a trendy photo studio in Chicago. Robinson and Roe. It was a high-volume photo studio with one of the posing rooms stated as being the largest outside Manhattan. Robinson & Roe became known to the theatrical community, and cast photos were often taken there. The photograpers would go on to open a successful studio in Brooklyn, but would remain partners and retain their Chicago studio until 1906. </div>
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Knowing this, I now wonder who "Aunt Lerisa" might be. Was she a young stylish woman looking to have her photo at a trendy studio? ...or was she a performer? ...or?</div>
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I encourage you to go on to read the most interesting article I found: <a href="http://broadway.cas.sc.edu/content/studio-robinson-and-roe">http://broadway.cas.sc.edu/content/studio-robinson-and-roe</a></div>
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Women's History Month Day 24</h3>
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TGIF! - Head out for a joy ride this afternoon. The scene doesn't exclusively feature women, but its hard to miss the levity...although, the gentlemen in this scenario from the early 1900s look more thrilled than the ladies.<br />
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This photo was taken in Chicago at the Chicago Photo Postal Studio. This particular photo was produced on a very inexpensive postcard which reminds me of photos taken in a photo booth.Anne Dankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17192617622222922412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546858214096284309.post-66784537568544850352017-03-23T12:29:00.002-05:002017-03-23T12:32:54.440-05:00March 23rd - "Regular Fellers"<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I wish these young ladies could tell us their story, but all we have is this photo I picked up probably a decade ago in Burlington, WI. We can, however, enjoy this summer day in 1923 with them. </div>
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<br />Women's History Month Day 22 </h3>
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It's hump day. Take some quiet time for yourself.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Photo provenance: Purchased at Thoreauly Antiques, on Waldon Street in Concord, MA</span><br />
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<br />Anne Dankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17192617622222922412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546858214096284309.post-2319994523488249442017-03-21T15:46:00.000-05:002017-03-22T11:15:35.569-05:00March 21st - Strength<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Women's History Month Day 21</h3>
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A few weeks ago, this portrait struck me while I was casually perusing through vintage photos at an antique store in Grafton, WI. Her eyes are piercing and there is strength in her appearance. Although we do not know who she is, she appears comfortable sporting her hair in an 1860s style while wearing 1880s style clothing. Her broach is pretty, yet inexpensive, and her garment appears to be a mid/lightweight wool.<br />
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How we relate to current fashion, has remained a constant between the 19th and 21st centuries. Like many of us, ladies of the 19th century became comfortable with a certain hairstyle or fashion and stuck with it only changing slightly. Others enjoyed updating as styles changed. Still others desired to update their hair or wardrobes, but do to extenuating circumstances, like money or health, were unable to do so as frequently as they wished. In regards to changing fashion, we ladies of the 21st century are still able to relate to ladies of the 19th century even if the styles themselves are vastly different.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Cabinet Card Purchased at Seth's Antiques in Grafton</span>Anne Dankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17192617622222922412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546858214096284309.post-5610016029069450482017-03-20T12:26:00.001-05:002017-03-22T11:15:59.456-05:00March 20th - In Your Easter Bonnet...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Women's History Month Day 20</h3>
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So it's not quite time for Easter bonnets, but it is the 1st day of Spring. There is not anything subtle about these young ladies hats...and there was not anything subtle about them when this photo was taken in Sturtevant, WI in the early 1900s.<br />
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...and yes, there is a definite possibility these crowning glories were embellished at home to add that extra special touch.Anne Dankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17192617622222922412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546858214096284309.post-66251278002947248982017-03-18T15:20:00.001-05:002017-03-22T11:16:05.898-05:00March 18th - On the Way...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Women's History Month Day 18</h3>
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Maternity photos from the 19th c. are uncommon although moré<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF3LP02uXSxvb0IrnLsupTLMQ1nEoFjwXOG-7rbL0B-8njBnz0hy4R5BcjwIHrFwv6npKp5F1zJBnTXXvTL2-Fn7DjI0JoD2qEN5k-Bauq8UGafWFNFcX5GQ4jESqlTiw_sTSVCap-/s1600/Womens+-+1890s+Maternity.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"></a>s began to loosen in the 1890s. The woman on the left is more than likely expecting. This photo from the 1890s is most likely some type of summertime family gathering. <br />
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The woman in question is wearing a striped wrapper. Wrappers were common casualwear for women from the mid 19th to early 20th century. By the late 19th c., they were most often a comfortable, inexpensive garment worn around the house or to <em>very</em> casual events much the way we wear jeans or the summer maxi-dress. They are often cinched at the waist with a belt or apron. When a maternity dress becomes necessary, wrappers are often worn loose or purchased/sewn in a style which does not require a belt.<br />
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<br />Anne Dankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17192617622222922412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546858214096284309.post-77826530062720988432017-03-17T12:31:00.001-05:002017-03-17T12:32:03.264-05:00March 17th - Shenanigans<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Women's History Month Day 17</h3>
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<br />Day 16 of Women's History Month</h3>
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It's almost the weekend, pack a basket, bring your enamel-wear coffee pot and head out to the lake like these ladies in the 1920s. ...Never mind it snowed this week.<br />
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I am sorry this is not a better image, but it is from an unmarked, very small and damaged photo I found at an antique store in Burlington several years ago. The photographer had technique challenges, for the photo is off center; however, they were quite successful in capturing the spirit of the moment. I love the scene of these two in their cotton dresses w/their coffee pot.<br />
<br />Anne Dankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17192617622222922412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546858214096284309.post-56944050092723353572017-03-15T12:33:00.000-05:002017-03-15T15:16:33.565-05:00March 15th - Pink Flowers<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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My husband, Karl, found this tintype in the Mid-Late 1980s in McHenry County, IL. Nothing is known of this young lady except she was dressed in what was probably her Sunday Best as modest as it may be.<br>
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Her dress doesn't appear to be poorly made, but it is not a difficult dress to sew and is too big on her. The bodice and skirt may not be from the same original outfit. Her bodice looks like it might be wool. She is wearing a snood and a has a cute, feminine hat with feathers and flowers. The bodice at least may be a hand-me-down --the gathering in the front is part of style but the looseness in the sleeves and around the waist indicates an improper fit. Tintypes were inexpensive and could be taken just about anywhere, so it hard to say if this is in a studio.<br>
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She is a charming young lady of modest means. Both Karl and I have wondered if she is of mixed race. Being this tintype was purchased from the Chicagoland area in the 1980s, there is a very good chance she was from the area although there is not any way to prove it (with the internet, antiques/artifacts are dispersed from area to area much more quickly then pre-internet).Anne Dankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17192617622222922412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546858214096284309.post-22875173763973079952017-03-14T06:36:00.000-05:002017-03-14T19:35:35.512-05:00March 14th - BFF's<br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Women's History Month Day 14</h3>
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This unmarked photo <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">doesn't provide us with any people or place names. It does show us an nice sunny - presumably warm - day in c. 1914, and two women who share a close relationship. It's a delightfully playful moment - on a swing in their cotton warm weather garb. A family picnic? A Sunday afternoon in the park? A popular summer vacation spot?</span><div>
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We don't often think of women wearing bold prints in the 19th century, but bold prints went in and out of fashion several times over throughout the century. This tintype from the very later 1860s to very early 1870s depicts this women owning her look in her bold print and flashy scarf. She is a fashionable, middle class lady.<br />
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Found in Concord, MA, this unmarked tintype (as most were) leaves us wondering who she is and where she lived...but on a Monday morning just back from my vacation, I am surely sharing her expression...<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Tintype purchased at Upstairs Antiques in Concord, MA</span><br />
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<br />Anne Dankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17192617622222922412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546858214096284309.post-1468679083235843472017-03-11T07:31:00.000-06:002017-03-11T07:31:45.715-06:00March 11th - Moxie<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Women's History Month - Day 11</h3>
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No need to speak for this women in her 1930s garb... She speaks for herself. Again found in Concord, MA, who and where she is lost - but her stylish moxie comes through loud and clear.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Photo provenance: Purchased at Thoreauly Antiques, on Waldon Street in Concord, MA</span><br />
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Anne Dankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17192617622222922412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546858214096284309.post-36766612676871040512017-03-10T06:28:00.000-06:002017-03-10T07:30:44.324-06:00March 10th - On the Farm<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Women's History Month - Day 10</h3>
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Although this photo was purchased in Concord, MA, who these ladies are and where this farm is located is unknown. Their casual charm is captured so well by the photographer. The farm, well, could be from just about anywhere in the US and/or parts of Canada.<br />
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The lady on the right is wearing an older dress from the 1920s and the lady on the left has a more current style. Neither dress is expensive, but both are comfortable cotton frocks.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Photo provenance: Purchased at Thoreauly Antiques, on Waldon Street in Concord, MA</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">www.thoroughlyantiques.com</span><br />
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Anne Dankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17192617622222922412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546858214096284309.post-32666699840396304702017-03-09T08:45:00.001-06:002017-03-10T06:33:56.429-06:00March 9th - Bright Eyes in Brockton, MA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Women's History Month - Day 9 </h3>
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While exploring Concord, MA today, I stumbled upon this young lady. Her bright eyes and smile are rather captivating. She is solidly middle class and dates to around c. 1889. The original photo is a cabinet size card and was taken at the Astrom & Co in Brockton, MA.<br />
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I know little of Brockton, MA, so I looked it up, and found that these bright eyes were witnessing a dynamically changing city located in Plymouth County. Today, Brockton is a diverse city of around 100,000, and her generation would have begun to see this city very differently than those before her. Brockton was changing dynamically - In 1874, the city's name changed from North Bridgewater to Brockton (after local merchant, Isaac Brock). In 1881, officially became a city with a population around 13,000 and was quickly becoming "the shoe factory to the world". ...and maybe most interestingly, in 1884, Thomas Edison introduced his 3 wire electrical system to the world in Brockton, MA.<br />
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What does that mean to her and other residents of Brockton? Brockton became the first city on earth to have centralized electric power through a 3-Wire or 3 Phase system, and help Edison prove that efficient, affordable electric power could be brought to average people. The technology was simply too new to electrify every home, but major public outlets (including schools) would be electrified. Brockton would not remain the center of his experiment, choosing instead (for many reasons) to complete his project in New York City.<br />
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How this young women with her bright eyes and smile fit into this progressive city -- along with her name is lost to history. Yet, we are still able to relate to her. She grew in or near a dynamic technologically and progressively changing community. Being so young, memories of great events which came before would be lost on her. She would never remember the Civil War, though she was surrounded by its veterans. She would never remember Frederick Douglass speaking to the community, though she could visit the tree at the site where he gave his speech. She would never remember Brockton as a farming community nor really remember the political hubbub over its name change. She <i>would</i> bear witness to world changing technology right in front of her eyes, though we don't know how it <i>personally</i> affected her. Her name is lost to history and presuming she met a healthy adulthood, those bright eyes and smile would experience the triumphs and challenges which accompany a society driven by advanced technological changes -- not so differently than us.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Photo provenance: Purchased at Thoreauly Antiques, on Waldon Street in Concord, MA</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">www.thoroughlyantiques.com</span><br />
<br />Anne Dankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17192617622222922412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546858214096284309.post-63966013223577688912017-03-08T09:06:00.000-06:002017-03-08T21:36:40.533-06:00March 7th & 8th - Sisters<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Women's History Month - Day 7 & 8</h3>
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Ready for an outing in the early 1900s these two lovely ladies bear a resemblance - quite possibly sisters or cousins. Dressed in their winter finery, these two <i>may</i> be ready for a fun outing in the city...or some other amusing excursion - just imagine...<br />
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...In the same spirit, I am spending time with my sister for the next few days in Massachusetts. Although we unfortunately will not be sporting such fabulous hats as these two, we will be embarking on a some sisterly adventures.<br />
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Cheers...and may you capture special moments with the special women in your life just as these two did...<br />
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<br />Anne Dankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17192617622222922412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546858214096284309.post-78787066656137457622017-03-06T12:33:00.000-06:002017-03-08T09:18:14.940-06:00March 6th - Bathing Beauty w/Beach Boots<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Missed a couple days due to technical difficulties... but this bathing beauty from the 1920s and has enough to say for a few days. </div>
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<b>Interesting Note</b>: This is part of a postcard size photo. She was cut out of the larger photo, but this is the only portion which remains. This postcard was mailed to Waukesha, WI. It also appears she is one of 3 people in the the original photo (presumably 3 women). The remaining writing reads: <i>"you like the Best? The Middle One?" ....</i>Wonder if she was <i>the middle one? </i></div>
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Women's History Month Day 3</h3>
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This image of presumably a Mother and Child, is from a Cabinet Card. The photo was taken at the Holdmann Photo Studio on Grand Avenue in Milwaukee in the 1890s.<br>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><br></span>Anne Dankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17192617622222922412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546858214096284309.post-15609071611394431122017-03-02T12:40:00.003-06:002017-03-03T12:33:56.459-06:00March 2nd - Fritzi & Flinty...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Label on Back of Photo: <i>Fritzi & Flinty in front of the cabin we occupied for one night enroute. Taken at Lassen National Forest</i><br />
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Although labels cannot always be trusted, the handwriting style fits the this 1920s photo. Fritzi must be the lady as Flinty refers to the car. The Flint Automobile was assembled in Flint, MI from 1923-1927 when it was discontinued. (It was priced to compete with the Buick). Another interesting note: The young women in her cotton sun dress would've have most likely viewed the stiff, formal photos of the 19th century to be as old-fashioned as we often do. ...and Yes, this photo comes complete with the photographer's finger in the photo.<br />
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Phenomenal Women - Today, marks the first day of Women's History Month. In the past, I've posted daily on Facebook for Women's History Month...and in fact, it's been a couple years since I have actively posted daily for Women's History Month at all. This year I choose to resume, but I do so in a different light and I'm moving it to my blog. With today's constant discourse, another voice is not needed in a sea of voices. I would rather provide the opportunity to see "ordinary" Phenomenal Women through period photos. Not much verbiage will go with the photos - instead I'll let the photos and the women in them speak for themselves. I will only add text where it may be needed. I have celebrated women who have made names for themselves, but these ladies names' may often be lost to history...yet phenomenal they remain. My only apology is that the selection may not be as diverse as everyone may like, but the photos will come mainly from our personal collection. For several reasons, there is not much diversity in our collection - including funds at the time my husband and I were actively collecting as well as the fact most of them are from the Upper Midwest in the 19th century when diverse photos are scarce - but it is not because there was not any desire for diversity. I will try to supplement from other sources when I am able. Enjoy!<br />
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...and you may ask where I found my theme. Indeed I was inspired by the great lady Maya Angelou and her poem: Phenomenal Women...<br />
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<span class="hdg hdg_utility" style="box-sizing: border-box;">By <a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poets/detail/maya-angelou" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #045482; text-decoration: none;">Maya Angelou</a></span></div>
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Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. </div>
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I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size </div>
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But when I start to tell them, </div>
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They think I’m telling lies. </div>
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I say, </div>
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It’s in the reach of my arms, </div>
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The span of my hips, </div>
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The stride of my step, </div>
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The curl of my lips. </div>
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I’m a woman </div>
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Phenomenally. </div>
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Phenomenal woman, </div>
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That’s me. </div>
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I walk into a room </div>
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Just as cool as you please, </div>
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And to a man, </div>
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The fellows stand or </div>
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Fall down on their knees. </div>
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Then they swarm around me, </div>
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A hive of honey bees. </div>
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I say, </div>
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It’s the fire in my eyes, </div>
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And the flash of my teeth, </div>
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The swing in my waist, </div>
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And the joy in my feet. </div>
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I’m a woman </div>
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Phenomenally. </div>
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Phenomenal woman, </div>
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That’s me. </div>
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Men themselves have wondered </div>
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What they see in me. </div>
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They try so much </div>
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But they can’t touch </div>
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My inner mystery. </div>
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When I try to show them, </div>
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They say they still can’t see. </div>
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I say, </div>
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It’s in the arch of my back, </div>
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The sun of my smile, </div>
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The ride of my breasts, </div>
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The grace of my style. </div>
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I’m a woman </div>
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Phenomenally. </div>
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Phenomenal woman, </div>
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That’s me. </div>
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Now you understand </div>
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Just why my head’s not bowed. </div>
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I don’t shout or jump about </div>
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Or have to talk real loud. </div>
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When you see me passing, </div>
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It ought to make you proud. </div>
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I say, </div>
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It’s in the click of my heels, </div>
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The bend of my hair, </div>
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the palm of my hand, </div>
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The need for my care. </div>
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’Cause I’m a woman </div>
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Phenomenally. </div>
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Phenomenal woman, </div>
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That’s me.</div>
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Maya Angelou, “Phenomenal Woman” from <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">And Still I Rise.</em> Copyright © 1978 by Maya Angelou. Used by permission of Random House, an imprint and division of Penguin Random House LLC. All rights reserved.</div>
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Source: <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">The Complete Collected Poems of Maya Angelou</em> (Random House Inc., 1994)</div>
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Typically, when we desire a cup of mint tea today, we
most often find a teabag w/mint tea or open a canister of the loose-leaf
variety stored in our cupboard. We turn the knob on the stove to heat the tea kettle and return a few
minutes later to the same kettle to fetch the fully heated water. We pour the
water over our tea. Voila! Mint Tea. Delicious. Refreshing. What more could we
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On a still, muggy Sunday summer afternoon in 1860 in Wisconsin, how a about
a trip to the garden to pick the mint…and for good measure a little lemon balm?
The fragrance of the garden hangs in the muggy air…all the sweetness of the
flowers…all the savory scents of the herbs…. Run your hands through the plants to find the best stems to pick. The scent of the fresh herbs is
so strong it can be tasted. </div>
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A small fire will be needed to heat the water. Why not use the parlor stove? The small fire
will dry they room adding comfort while not being large enough to add
heat. If possible, this would be the day
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As the water heats, it’s time to trim the mint and lemon
balm leaves from their stems, and add them to the warming water. As the water
heats, the scent is released into the still, heavy air. </div>
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When steeped to your perfection, pour yourself a cup and
take a sip. Your mouth fills with lemony mint flavor and your nose with a lemony
mint scent. In this setting, have a seat next to the parlor</div>
window and breathe
deeply. Luxury. <br />
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The contemporary method<b><i> is</i></b> quicker. …and well,
you probably won’t break a sweat, but fresh mint tea in 1860 allows us the
luxury of experiencing it with all of our senses. </div>
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….and if you are so moved. You may also add 1860 style clothing…<br />
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Anne Dankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17192617622222922412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546858214096284309.post-19984372919503637602015-05-10T09:08:00.001-05:002015-05-10T12:19:21.991-05:00Happy Mother's Day<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><em>The Kvaale House Kitchen restored to 1865 as seen at Old World Wisconsin, Eagle WI</em>. </td></tr>
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A sewing machine, a pitcher, a crock, a coffee grinder, a flatware tray, and various other ordinary household trinkets... It is a simple vignette of things used in a rural home in 1865. Many of us might see them only as symbols of drudgery and never-ending chores. Now, look at these items again. Think of all them women who through the course of the decades touched these items or items much like them. These simple items are symbols of a home. A home which women lovingly made for their families. Through the seemingly endless hours of work, there were tasty homemade dinners and treats. Clothes were sewn for little ones being welcomed into this world crafted with the same tenderness as the clothing worn by children passing from childhood into adulthood. Rare but precious moments of quiet were stolen over a hot cup of coffee... <br>
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It is in these simple symbols we still recognize a home, our families and our mothers... <br>
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Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers who have sacrificed, and created warm, nurturing, loving homes for their families. As children of all ages, we often hold the simple memories most dear! Anne Dankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17192617622222922412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546858214096284309.post-35617578262486909702014-12-23T18:51:00.001-06:002014-12-27T10:06:44.626-06:00Christmas for a Dollar...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><em>2014 Christmas Exhibit at Old World Wisconsin </em><br />
<em>- Photo by Anne Danko</em></td></tr>
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By 1880, many Americans had already been decrying Christmas as overly commercial for years. There were those who chose to celebrate Christmas elaborately with all the baubles the Victorian era could gloriously muster, but for many Christmas still celebrated modestly. Below is an excerpt which was printed in the Milwaukee Sentinel on December 20, 1880 and now found in the Wisconsin Christmas Anthology edited by Terry R. Engels and printed by the Partridge Press in 1989. <br />
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Who authored the piece is not recorded; but it stands as an example of the frugality of Wisconsin and the Greater Midwest. It is that same frugality which has become a stereotype and is often the butt of many jokes but is also the frugality many of still know and have learned to embrace… <br />
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<b>Christmas for a Dollar </b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: start;"><em>2014 Christmas Exhibit at Old World Wisconsin</em><br />
<em> -</em><em style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-size: 17px;"> Photo by Anne Danko</em></td></tr>
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<i>“First the tree, fifteen cents secures a splendid one. Somewhere in the shed or cellar is an old box, just the thing to set it in. Ten Cents buys eight good candles that can be cut in two pieces. A pin stuck stoutly wherever a light is wanted, will hold the taper well in place. Five cents gets a pound of corn for popping. Then purchase twenty cents worth of stick candy with a quarter pound of raisins (five cents) to sprinkle with it. Gauze to make little bags in which the candy could hang on the tree takes another five cents. Now, forty cents still remains, and with it can be purchased a whittling knife with two blades (fifteen cents) for a boy and a set of toy dishes (twenty cents) for a girl. The remaining nickel can be used to buy a brightly colored Christmas card, and the children’s joy will be complete.” </i>--Milwaukee Sentinel, December 20, 1880 </div>
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Merry Christmas! May your stick candy and popcorn be plentiful…and your family and friends be happy and healthy! <br />
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<i>--Anne</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: start;"><em>2014 Christmas Exhibit at Old World Wisconsin</em><em style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-size: 17px;"> - Photo by Anne Danko</em></td></tr>
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Engels, Terry R. A Wisconsin Christmas Anthology. St. Cloud, MN: Partridge, 1989. Print. </div>
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