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Each day we bring you one stunning little glimpse of history in the form of a historical photograph. Enjoy!
About this site:
I have been an avid collector of old photographs and documents for over 30 years. The photographs on this site are derived from material I have collected over the years. Some came from old family albums, some from material I bought at flea markets over the years, and some from government archives of public domain images, including the US Library of Congress, and the National Archives. We appreciate you visiting this blog, and hope you find it interesting.
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No underpants to be seen ... Yep, an authentic vintage photo, from an era gone by.
ReplyDeleteNo tattoos or piercings either. Nice looking young men.
ReplyDeleteMy son Marky made us some bread to go along with the excellent corn chowder he made for dinner. Delicious! I'm always glad when the kids are back from college.
No need for a hairnet either when you're sporting the 'bowl cut'. :)
ReplyDeleteLOL, the ole bowl cut! In the early 90's all the kids wanted this style haircut, It was called the skaters cut. My 2 boys had the same haircut. I remember that when I was in grade school if I showed up with that haircut you got made fun of because it was obvious that your Mom just put a bowl on your head and cut around it. Then in the 90's it was cool. Go figure.
ReplyDeleteMy Grandpa made the best bread ever and baked it in his wood rage. He kept a sharp knife and with it cut the bread quickly to look like bakery bread.
ReplyDeleteAh, memories are golden.
Trade schools, what's that?........
ReplyDelete(Bring back ALL the trade schools!)
Bread making. My dad in the tail ends of the Great Depression worked, as a second job, in a bread factory in Kansas City, Mo. He worked daylight hours for a newspaper or printer and worked a late shift (or maybe a weekend shift) for the sliced bread company. He did the same thing over and over and over and it was tedious and mind bogling. He stayed there only long enough to buy new tires for his his car, then high tailed it home to Iowa where he met his future bride and went to farming.
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