My-oh-my yes, I remember that one well... even though I was not quite 7 years old yet. (That came in February)
That was the year I got my first bicycle for Xmas (a real Schwinn!), which was a wonderful gift for a child growing up in small town Michigan, except for the timing, of course; Winter had three months to run yet, so my shiny red Schwinn spent most of its early life sitting forlornly in the garage - until late March.
For my birthday I also got a shiny red wagon, which got more use than my bike since I would often volunteer to go down to retrieve the morning paper, throw it in the wagon & gamely pull it back up the driveway through the snow and slush. (I think that wagon made my dad even happier than it did me; it saved him a lot of trudging to the curb for the paper that Winter.)
As always, Gene, thanks for the memories!
-Sanity is a relative concept. If you don't believe me, let me introduce my relatives.-
First I've heard of "flocking" a tree. I remember my friend's mom using some sort of Ivory-brand powder on their tree (this would be the late seventies), but it seems like the art was pretty much gone by then. Hmm. Learn something new everyday, right?
Gene, I don't think so. My mother's egg carton - gold sprayed christmas tree decoration is still displayed at one of my brother's homes and another brother re-created a toothpick- flocked- tomorrowland-type-space-aged decoration last year, much to the amusement of my mother (now 83).
Its the memories that count and we are no doubt just as quirky (but hopefully) nostalgic for the next generation. From another child of homemade Christmas cards.
Claudette
thanks First I've heard of "flocking" a tree. I remember my friend's mom using some sort of Ivory-brand powder on their tree (this would be the late seventies), but it seems like the art was pretty much gone by then. chat Hmm. Learn something new everyday, right?
39 years?
Wouldn't that be 49?
toothpick trees
The flocked toopick tree brought back some real memories! Thanks for the memories! And keep up the great work! I always enjoy your articles.
Yes, it's 49 yers!
WOW, time flies faster than I thought. Of course it is 49 yers since 1959. Thanks for the correction.
Math is not my strong suit
Sorry about the "39 years" figure that went out in the daily newsletter -- I'm better with words than figures!
Terri Stone
Editor in Chief, CreativePro.com
Thanks for the pix
That's my era, so your pix rang a lot of bells, thanks. The designs are great; interesting how far printing tech has come.
Christmas rememberys
First Christmas away from home, first cold-climate winter,first own-choice, little money and plenty of time indoors, result: home-made Christmas cards.
http://farm1.static.flickr.com/132/328732105_6f440b7d65.jpg
Fifty years. Seems as if it was yesterday.
Happy holidays to all.
Frank S
San Diego CA
USA
Christmas 1959
My-oh-my yes, I remember that one well... even though I was not quite 7 years old yet. (That came in February)
That was the year I got my first bicycle for Xmas (a real Schwinn!), which was a wonderful gift for a child growing up in small town Michigan, except for the timing, of course; Winter had three months to run yet, so my shiny red Schwinn spent most of its early life sitting forlornly in the garage - until late March.
For my birthday I also got a shiny red wagon, which got more use than my bike since I would often volunteer to go down to retrieve the morning paper, throw it in the wagon & gamely pull it back up the driveway through the snow and slush. (I think that wagon made my dad even happier than it did me; it saved him a lot of trudging to the curb for the paper that Winter.)
As always, Gene, thanks for the memories!
-Sanity is a relative concept. If you don't believe me, let me introduce my relatives.-
Flocking.
First I've heard of "flocking" a tree. I remember my friend's mom using some sort of Ivory-brand powder on their tree (this would be the late seventies), but it seems like the art was pretty much gone by then. Hmm. Learn something new everyday, right?
Christmas, 1959
Yes, I remember it, too, the day after my ninth birthday. You have captured the zeitgeist perfectly, Gene. Another world, far away and long ago.
Best wishes for the coming year.
B. Carlisle
1959
thankyou , the colors seam muted more so than today ,yet because it is com, makes you feell at home, merry christmas
Has Christmas really changed?
Gene, I don't think so. My mother's egg carton - gold sprayed christmas tree decoration is still displayed at one of my brother's homes and another brother re-created a toothpick- flocked- tomorrowland-type-space-aged decoration last year, much to the amusement of my mother (now 83).
Its the memories that count and we are no doubt just as quirky (but hopefully) nostalgic for the next generation. From another child of homemade Christmas cards.
Claudette
trees
The flocked toopick tree brought back some real memories! sohbet Thanks for the memories! And keep up the great work! I always enjoy your articles.
hhmmm
thanks First I've heard of "flocking" a tree. I remember my friend's mom using some sort of Ivory-brand powder on their tree (this would be the late seventies), but it seems like the art was pretty much gone by then. chat Hmm. Learn something new everyday, right?
great photos
Thanks for putting these '59 photos together...enjoyed them.