How cool is this? We were on our way to the Santa Monica Airport Outdoor Antique and Collectible Market for the first time and saw a whole line of Model A Fords heading south on the 405. I gave them a big thumbs up out the passenger window as we passed and earned some nice “aah-oogas” in return.
And BTW, that’s fog! It was physically very cool in Los Angeles…and me in sleeveless white eyelet lace!
Didn’t bring this home, but I thought it was an eye-catching display of both the Kewpie doll and the toy wagon.
Hydra pointed out this darling mini-vanity. It probably originally had a mirror attached where the two vases are sitting. Not a jewelry box, as we first thought, since the drawers are quite deep. Beautiful wood. But not something I wanted, ultimately, to try to make room for.
Cool chair bench made by a guy who also made neat fountains.
Metal door mat I bought to use as yard art. It’s currently under this rosemary bush on the slope, where I can see it from the library/music room window.
Nice rug we picked up for $5.00 at a yard sale in Sherman Oaks on the way home. Score!
Title page of a Betty Jane Wilson’s baby book. She was born in 1924. I adore the drawings in this book.
There are some baby photos of a happy smiling little girl. Just adorable. Handwriting is lovely, but a little hard to read, so I need some getting used to it.
Welcoming Western Union telegrams of congratulations to Betty Jane’s parents from their family in Chicago and elsewhere to Whittier, CA. These gave me a little lump in the throat.
I haven’t spent a lot of time with the baby book yet, but there are a lot of early notes on the designated pages about Betty Jane, and then notes about her younger sister Gloria. I found envelopes and clippings between the pages. Her parents’ 1922 wedding program with a little article about the officiant passing away at a later date tucked into it. An envelope with a lock of hair in it. An MGM newsletter from 1945 including a note about Gloria at 20, when she worked there as a receptionist!
From front to back, the notes quickly get out-of-order as details are filled in under appropriate categories at different times. I’m looking forward to transcribing them in chronological order, because they have me quite curious.
This is one of those things that I used to tell myself was ridiculous to pick up, but I haven’t really regretted the few times I’ve done so, while I do still think about the photo album that got away. It was in a little shop in Kernville probably 10 years ago, and the photographer clearly had an eye and was experimenting to try to improve his composition, etc. It was pricey, but I would probably be proud to have it.
I could easily become obsessed with old baby books if they weren’t such a rare find. (Thank goodness.)
I suppose I’m drawn to these lost bits of family history because, without kids, I expect that the things I treasure will end up scattered. Maybe they’ll provide someone a little mystery to solve in 2060.