Nearly forgotten but glorious art, envisionings and historical oddments from the back corners of the internet
Oh to be here.
A tiny bit of ice left up at the top of the elm across the way, so high up the branches are like twigs. Only the tiniest birds having a nest that high up lest their babies tumble to the ground.
my new short fiction piece published to my Substack at the link if you’d like to read the rest
https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/1998-with-spring-coming-in-as-the
Oh to be here.
Down for Christmas. All the fancy places taken and a tourist court instead. Better than the Comfort Inn, though. One of those 1930s places with built-in seashell arch-topped niches flanking the living room fireplace, the shelves deep enough for a cat to sleep away two lives if her nap goes on long enough without a grandchild yanking her tail.
my new short fiction piece published to my Substack at the link if you’d like to read the rest. The image is from a 1968 Frigidaire ad campaign –
https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/2022-november-turning-into-december
Oh to be here.
Minnesota, and not being that far from anywhere, if you measure it by how fast a Canada goose can head south for the winter. Teenage children who play trumpet in the band. Saturdays spent ferrying them around. Sitting and waiting in the back of some dusty auditorium, reading a novel while trying to appear to pay rapt attention to whatever the band leader says in case they ask about it on the drive back home. Not needing to find out about a band rehearsal on the other side of the county on the morning of, either.
my new short fiction piece published to my Substack at the link if you’d like to read the rest. The image is an advertisement from 1949 issue of PROM which was a magazine targeted to Saint Louis Missouri teenagers.
https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/an-envisioning-1958-and-december
Library with contemporary magazines in the magazine rack just past the sofa. 5 Tucker Street, Marblehead, Massachusetts. Image ca. 1965. American. Samuel Chamberlain, photographer. Samuel Chamberlain Photographs Negative Collection, Phillips Library at the Peabody Essex Museum. Copyright undetermined but the photographer died in 1975 so his estate, presumably. via https://www.digitalcommonwealth.org/search/commonwealth:cr56qk11w
I don’t know why these photographs were taken as it doesn’t say nor does it say whether 5 Tucker Street was a house museum or a home inhabited by the owners as opposed to docents dressed like 1690 people though I know little of house museums as in my entire life I’ve only been in one and that was a long time ago. But there is very little put out that looks modern ish; I’ve been in a fair number of old houses packed with antiques because of my micro crafts business and even in homes furnished in real Chippendale there is a laptop sitting on the sideboard and a plastic bottle of Schweppes ginger ale out on the coffee table. But a fun set – I hope you like them too.
Currier and Ives sold lithographs of many of his paintings including possibly some of these. Their lithographs were very popular and the market for them huge as nearly every American home had at least one hanging on the wall and many with more than that.
Vere Foster put out other books along the same lines including one about painting landscapes.
Oh to be here.
The dishwasher to unload. The list to go over. Augusta and the big fabric store, the one with sequined-up ribbons in every color of the rainbow, tacked up in huge swoops against the back wall like the Christmas tree they hoist up and down at the ballet for the Nutcracker.
my new short fiction piece with the rest over on my Substack if you’d like to read it. The image is from the 2016 Neiman Marcus Christmas book and is © the store.
https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/an-envisioning-2024-and-mid-morning
