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November 08, 2008 |
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Double Half Caf Raspberry Macchiato with Soy Milk.
FOUND by Doug Downen & Robyn Stanley
in San Francisco, California
We found a series of slides on the street corner in the Sunset District while walking our dog... Some of them were professional travel slides, purchased on trips, but others were family photos, taken during holidays sometime in the early 1970s. The pictures made us happy and sad -- so reminiscent of the 1970s middle America upbringing so common to those of us in our 30s.
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We collect FOUND stuff: love letters, birthday cards, kids' homework,
to-do lists, ticket stubs, poetry on napkins, telephone bills, doodles -
anything that gives a glimpse into someone
else's life. Anything goes...
I know that lady. She was very self-conscious about the giant green growth on her nose. People called her Snuffleupagus. People are mean. (Once again I told myself I wouldn't cry)
I hope she got that thing removed by now.
its a cardboard cut-out so people can have their photo taken looking like they're holding a 1970's plastic mug and sipping Soma in front of a tinselled christmas tree while the black elephant and luminous space beings look on.
She looks so tired. Maybe it's just me, but her mouth looks like it's trying to smile while her eyes look very sad.
But that could be jam in the jar with the spoon handle sticking up, so it could just be early morning. I feel pretty washed up before my first cuppa coffee, too.
She looks nice, but I bet she's got a sharp tongue on her.
What's the other hand doing under the table?
@Feeling, holding her napkin as any proper young lady would do.
Her eyes look more mischievous than sleep to me. Perhaps Brother is being a tease and taking her picture after being told not to do so.
Your eyes would be sad, too, if you'd just been served a cat-covered waffle for breakfast.
@Feeling, Fondling the picture taker under the table... I pretty sure those are his pants laying on the back of the chair behinde the coffee cup hider behinder...
I was going to say - if that's from the 70s, then it's Sanka... but probably not in San Francisco. Never mind.
Who are those little people relaxing in chairs behind her?
did we have soy milk in the 70's?
Christmas tree in the background?
Maybe she has sad eyes because she didn't get what she wanted for Christmas.
Maybe she's sad because her polyester pants make her butt itch and she hates working at Fedmart.
This is a snapshot of Sam just after she tried eating one of the Folk Cat Waffles that her mom had so heartily recommended. Sam is hoping that the rum-laced Earl Grey she's gulping will wash the taste out of her mouth (and the hair ball back down her throat). Poor Sam.
Not sad. Hungover. Too much spiked eggnog at the office party the night before. She is drinking coffee, trying not throw up and wishing the person behind the camera would drop dead.
I bet she's tired from waiting for the Bubble Lights on the tree to warm up and do their magic.
Or perhaps she's wishing her natty little vest wasn't sewn to her ribbed (for her pleasure) turtleneck so she could wear them both more often.
Funny, Lolita. I was thinking the same: Hungover
(hope that coffee is spiked, honey)
I love her bangs.
Why the overly complicated title for the Find? I mean, I like it and all, but.. it's so complex!
Her fingers, clutching the handle of that cup in a deathgrip, remind me of that finger-drawing exercise Find from a couple days ago. Creeeepy!
(You'll get my Double Half Caf Raspberry Macchiato with Soy Milk when you pry it from my cold, dead, alarmingly large, bony fingers!)
I wonder if those eyes follow you when you move away.
oh holy night.. they DOOOOO! add another to the creepy count.
Wonder what's she's doing now? Wonder if she's still alive? What was her life like? Did she ever have children? Et Cetera.
"Old" pictures always raise such questions for me, that's why I find them so intriguing.
LOL Smallbear- I couldn't help but sing the first portion of your comment: (summer dreams.. ripped at the seams.. but.. those summer.. niiights! tell me more, tell me more, tell me mo-o-o-o-ore!)
the other night Tom Brokaw was on Letterman and he has the HUGE-EST knuckles I've ever seen. Until this picture.
Man hands
You need a hearty breakfast before going to work as Santa's Elf in the mall.
We didn't have such exotic coffee drinks back then. If it is indeed coffee in that cup the lady had her choice of cream or sugar. Decaf, let alone half-caf, wasn't even very common back then.
But Doug and Robyn should know that, so I don't know what's up with the fancy-shamacy title. I see they are from San Francisco which might explain some things.
she really reminds me of someone, and I can't quite place WHO. Maybe Dr. Carrie Weaver from ER?
I think the Gramma and Grampa on the rocking chairs, book-ending the clock might actually be penny banks. (maybe a gift from this girl to her Grandfolks, at whose house the family are celebrating the holiday. cheezy gift, but really, what DO you get the grandparents for Christmas, when they already have everything and anything they possibly want or need?)
She looks sad or at least weary to me.
...I wasn't alive in the '70s. No reminiscing for me.
damn! I sound like a big idiot ending my sentences with "me" twice. How aggravating.
Hey, I lived in the Sunset in the 1970s! Or was it the Richmond? I get those mixed up.. it's been too long! It was an apartment on Clement Street.
In the late 60's I got that outfit for Christmas one year. I was 10. I loved it. My sister got a matching one in gray.
what's that spooky thing on top of the cabinet behind her? the blocky looking domo thing with glowing eyes????
Hooray for references to musicals in Found comments! Definitely made my day : D
I remember buying my mom a grandma bank for Mother's Day one year...she wasn't pleased because at grandma's feet there was a knitting bag labelled "Retirement Fund." I just thought the granny figure was cute. I didn't realise then in my 9-yr-old innocence that some women have problems with aging.
Now that I'm aging myself, I figure it's gonna happen whether I accept it or not. It cracks me up that I have lived long enough to have grey hair.
21 skulls, it's a wood mantel clock. the glowing eyes are just the result of light reflecting off the glass front. (at least that's what my eyes have translated for me. Now I'm kinda creeped out about the glowing Domo eyes...)
She reminds me a bit of a younger Nicole Kidman.
And yes, her eyes do look tired or sad. and I think she looks a bit pale, as well. Poor thing! But maybe she had to stay up all night putting together Santa toys by herself for younger ones. In that case, she looks pretty darn good!!
I'm OK, thanks. Really. I'm FINE.
It's 1 o'clock in the morning on Christmas eve and I just had to have some cereal and stuff as I haven't had a MINUTE to myself all day what with wrapping the presents and icing the cake and ironing your pants and everything.
I'm glad you liked the camera I got you for Christmas but you REALLY weren't supposed to unwrap it before tomorrow morning, you know?
Now just let me finish my Ovaltine and I'm off to bed.
No, it's OK, I'll do the washing-up. It's FINE. Honestly.
I think she sat there posing nicely while the photographer took forever to compose the photo with his/her Kodak Instamatic. Of course, right when she takes a sip he snaps the photo.
She cussed him afterwards.