One of several slides found in a Kodak carousel, dated 1970. It’s been fun scanning them in and piecing their story together image by image. Judging by the other slides, this photo was taken at a small family get-together.
Went out grocery shopping and chanced upon a greeting card on the floor. At first, I thought it might be from the stationary department until I looked inside to find writing. Must have dropped out of someone’s purse.
Found this in a recycling bin near my home, and I cannot believe anyone would throw out such a perfect photo. The wood panelling, the shamed expression on the man’s face, the livid expression on the woman’s face, and then, the crowning touch: the rose. It’s fantastic.
I found this on the street walking to pick up my daughter up from school. There are a couple of pre-teen girls in my neighborhood and I guess one of them wrote this. I had no idea there was such drama going on– fights, cake fights, hatred of Bri, and poor grandma.
I bought a very conservative flannel night gown at Salvation Army as a joke bachelorette party gift. When I was folding the night gown to wrap it, I noticed something in the pocket, this note. The odd thing is that the nightgown still had the tags and everything on it, which makes me wonder if grandma ever even got Gingers note. Also, we have determined that dirty “licon” is dirty “licking”, which in Hawaii means she got a whipping.
I bought my house in 2001 and hadn’t looked into the attic since then. But this year, to check the insulation, I grabbed a ladder and took a peek. My attic is one of those that is accessible only through a hatch in the ceiling, and you really can’t use it to hang out in or store stuff. But there, sitting atop the fiber insulation, I found a plastic bag that contained the ancient computer-generated picture you’re looking at, and several others like it. I have no idea who these people or why their pictures were stashed in the attic, away from prying eyes. A secret lover? A painful memory? I may never know.
This was found inside a copy of an Isaac Asimov book at Walrus and Carpenter Used Books. I couldn’t resist buying the book and found the postcard upon later inspection. I hope they don’t come looking for me next.