Sepia Saturday Oct. 20, 2012

Here is another Flickr Commons photograph from the National Library of Ireland and I know what you're all thinking ... more UNIFORMS???  Well, yes, sort of, but it's what is going on in this image that really struck me, and there are a few directions one could go with this - say, bikes? Or perhaps, guns (since there appears to be an exchange of one going on here). How about "nosy parkers" in the backgrounds of photographs? What's that term where someone or something usurps a shot? Oh yes! The PHOTOBOMB.  (Google it; you'll have a right laugh!)

Kat M.

Had to spend some time looking in various places to find a photo on some theme related to today's prompt photo.

Have no idea who these folks are but found it on a collection of vintage bikes on the web.

 It was taken in 1940 of  a family out for the day.

The two boys are on bikes but what caught  my eye was the girl in the jeans.

That is exactly how we wore our jeans in the 40's and 50's.
I guess that is how Capri's or pedal pushers came into being.

This photo could have been taken right around my own neck of the woods.

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Magpie Tales #44

Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one's lifetime.
- Mark Twain


Magpie Tales #44

My First Best Friend

We lived next door to each other.

His name was Louis.

I called him Louis.

The rest of our class called him Taters.

His abdomen was huge, lumpy like a sack of taters.

We were eight years old.

He taught me to ride his bicycle,

bar and all, sometimes that hurt.

He taught me to ride and then steer his sled.

We took turns steering.

He taught me to get up and laugh when I fell off.

He taught me to ride his pony,

how to get up and laugh, with tears in my eyes because it hurt, when I fell off, backwards even, breaking my tailbone

He liked being called Louis.

He didn't like being called Taters.

I am the only one he told that.

He kissed me on the cheek when we played hide and seek and  hid behind the huge shrubs on the church grounds.

He died when we were 12 years old.

He was born with a congenital defect that was never fixed.

He died from peritonitis of the intestines.

I have never forgotten him.

Wonder what those who called him Taters remember?

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I wrote that on Wednesday of last week.

On Saturday I watched an amazing movie.
Unbelievable how the two fit together.
I recommend this movie to all music lovers, especially.

"As It Is in Heaven"

This Oscar-nominated Swedish drama tells the story of Daniel Dareus (Michael Nyqvist), a small-town boy who escaped his tiny village to become a famous conductor. A tragic mishap sends him back home in search of a fresh start, and he ends up leading the local choir. Frida Hallgren, Helen Sjoholm and Lennart Jahkel co-star in writer-director Kay Pollak's  (Children's Island, Love Me!) heartwarming tale.

Tolerance, is virtue