Monthly Archives: November 2018

Break Time

Hi, efurryone: Sundae here.

And Gypsy, too!

We’re interrupting our hard work rest time to let you know that Motor Mommy is taking a little break from blogging next week.

But, “These Days” will return the following Monday, so stay tuned!

~These Days Of Mine~

A “Coke” And A Smile

Whenever I’m in an antique shop, I keep an eye out for vintage calendars.  I think they make a really nice gift if you’re able to find one from the year someone you know was born.

Last weekend, when I was antiquing on the Eastern Shore, I spotted this one.

I guess the first thing I noticed about it was that it was a Coca-cola calendar….how collectible is that?

Then I noticed the date.  And….let me just say that this one won’t be given away. Hmmm….. June 4 was on a Thursday that year…..

It’s in really nice condition.

What a wonderful tribute to our military servicewomen.

I love the  illustrations in the background: so depictive of that era. The red Coke “dispenser” on the bottom right in this next picture brought back memories of the one in my grandmother’s country store. They were the coldest Cokes ever.

This calendar definitely rates as one of my favorite antique shop finds.

So, Merry  Christmas to me.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Coca Cola attempted to persuade the US Treasury to mint a 7.5 cent coin; a can of Coke had been a nickel since 1886 and needed to be raised due to inflation, but they felt a dime was too much.

Tiny Trike, Tiny Horses

As usual, Motor Man and I had a busy weekend. Our travels included another visit to Cape Charles Friday to attend the first “Festive Friday” event of this holiday season.

We arrived a bit early, so Motor Man treated me to a visit to a nearby antique mall, where I found this tiny, adorable OLD tricycle:

I think it will be a cute addition to the hearth, especially at Christmas, perhaps with a vintage teddy bear atop the seat.

Speaking of Christmas, I managed to get this short video of the little “lighted horse parade” that was part of Festive Friday. Oh, the charm of a small town.

And let me just say that I need a miniature pony in my life.

(Just kidding, Motor Man….)

~These Days Of Mine~

Fly-Away Friday

On Wednesday, I posted pictures of the wild horses from our most recent trip to the Outer Banks. And they certainly provided us with many photo ops that day.

But, wait….there’s more!

Although we often see pelicans flying along the shoreline, it wasn’t until a few months ago that we saw them actually on the beach.

When we spotted these two on Sunday,  Motor Man stopped, my window came down, and I started taking pics. This one is my favorite.

I still marvel at the fact that they can actually get those huge beaks and wings off the ground.

Where will this weekend take you?

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

Wild Horses Again…Imagine That

Sunday was a perfectly beautiful fall day here in our area, so Motor Man and I, once again, headed to Carova.

And, once again, the wild horses provided us with some great shots. Let me explain how I took this first picture. As some of you know, there’s an ordinance requiring humans to stay at least 50 feet from the Corolla wild horses. Motor Man stopped our vehicle, I jumped out, used my zoom lens, snapped this picture and got right back in the vehicle.  When you see the video later in this post, you’ll see the importance of giving these horses their space.

I do believe we interrupted lunch time for this beauty.

But…. this….this just melted my heart.  We finally got to see the newest foal, a filly, born this season (late August).

Again, these photos were taken with my zoom lens.  I wouldn’t dare be that close.

And how many pictures did I take of this baby? I’m not tellin’.

But I promise that I won’t share them all in this post.

So, as you can tell, the horses were really making our day. And then we came upon this. You’ll want to have your volume on, and you should be able to watch in full screen.

 

I’m guessing these are two stallions? But I’m not sure.  And whether or not, the disagreement was as serious as it looked, I don’t really know. I’m just glad no humans were anywhere in the area. Because, obviously, for those few minutes, the horses weren’t paying much attention to their surroundings. (We were in our vehicle.)

And I found it so funny that the third horse really wanted in on the action. Watch at the 33 second mark, where it almost kicks up its hind feet….but not quite.  Then a few seconds later, a few kicks DO happen.

As I’ve said before, every visit to the beach is different. But not many are more action-filled than last Sunday’s trip.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

Vintage Christmas Music

On Saturday, our town held its Evening Christmas Market. It’s one of the most popular events in our little town, and I look forward to it each year.

The wonderful little shops lining Main Street are all open late, the street is closed to traffic and is filled with booths offering crafts, jewelry, primitive items, Christmas decor and a few antiques.  On the “village green”, students at a nearby dance studio perform, and a group sings Christmas carols on the steps of the post office. Talented folks sing and accompany themselves on guitars or banjos in front of various businesses. One parking lot is designated as the “food court”. It’s quite festive, and very well attended; the weather this year was perfect.

The market is a great place to find unusual Christmas gifts, and this year was no exception. I also brought something home for Motor Man and me.

Having purchased a combination radio/CD player/phonograph a few months ago, I have recently been in search of vintage Christmas albums. I hit the jackpot during the market at one of the shops, Vintage Potential, which had a great selection. I chose three albums: one by Johnny Mathis, one by Perry Como, and this third one.

When I first opened the album at the shop, I didn’t see a listing of what songs and artists were included. But, the inside “sold” me:

Yes, the album opens up to this sweet Christmas scene.  The artists include Gene Autry, Mitch Miller, Robert Goulet, Johnny Mathis and Tony Bennett, among many others, as it’s a double album.

Although it qualifies as “vintage” to me, the date on it is 1972. Wait: 1972 is now vintage? Now, that’ll make you feel old.

The price on the albums (including my prized one) was $4.00 each. Quite a bargain, in my opinion.

I was hesitant to buy the “record player” at the time, although it was on sale for half the regular price.

But I do believe it’s going to be quite busy in the next few weeks.

 

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

A Very Special Find

As some of you may recall, Motor Man’s mother passed away in February, and in the following months, family members sorted through her belongings before her house was sold. This week, Motor Man and I were looking through some boxes that we were given and found a treasure: his baby book.

Neither one of us remembers ever seeing it before, nor his Mom mentioning it.  Just seeing that vintage book with the sweet illustrations was special, but then, I spotted this page. Under First Visitors: “Father – 1/2/45 – surprise arrived from Camp Hood, Texas at 10:30 a.m.”

Pop had been drafted and was in boot camp in Texas in the months before Motor Man was born.  Then, en route overseas to serve our country during World War II, Pop came home on a brief furlough. (We’d  always heard that he was actually AWOL. Now whether that was another visit, or if Motor Man’s mom was keeping things legit with the entry {below}, we don’t know.…)

With communications so limited during that era, Pop didn’t know that his son had just been born the afternoon before he arrived home.

Motor Man’s mom told us many times that she insisted on being released from the hospital the day after his birth, which was unheard of at that time. But being the stubborn persistent woman that she was, the doctor relented. She and her newborn went home that very day, so her husband could have as much time as possible with his little family before going overseas.

I’ve always thought this was an amazing photo, but after seeing the baby book, it’s even more meaningful to us.

This was another entry in the book: “Jan. 2, ’45 day after arrival, your daddy came home on furlough for 7 days before leaving for overseas”.

It would be nearly eighteen months before Pop would be reunited with his wife and son, as evidenced by this entry: “Recognized father – returned from overseas May 16, 1946”.

It’s impossible for my generation to grasp living in that era: this was an eighteen year old girl, married for less than two years, her young husband overseas fighting in a war, with a great likelihood that he would never return home….and she has a brand new baby.  Reading her written words in this book just emphasized all those facts that I already knew.

Thankfully, Pop did return home, and, in the following years, the two of them added three daughters to the family.  They celebrated their 73rd anniversary a few months prior to Pop’s passing in 2013.

“The Greatest Generation”:  indeed.

 

~These Days Of Mine~