Antique Sweethearts

"Friendship, like the ivy, clings, to older times and older things."

A blog for my growing collection of antique photographs, postcards and autograph books.

lemonlament:


I sink in Past the cut-edges of straw under the machine-marked land of my fathers until the ocean’s voice only whispers I rise up The bones of old outhouses,  barns buried under potato fields ghosts of wood and meat and bone.I soar away riding the wind on plucked wings, feathers stripped by song In language laid across my skin I sink in caress the loose stone foundations follow the groundwater to the source and stay Deep in the arms of the earth.

lemonlament:

I sink in
Past the cut-edges of straw
under the machine-marked land of my fathers
until the ocean’s voice only whispers

I rise up
The bones of old outhouses,
barns buried under potato fields
ghosts of wood and meat and bone.

I soar away
riding the wind on plucked wings,
feathers stripped by song
In language laid across my skin

I sink in
caress the loose stone foundations
follow the groundwater to the source
and stay
Deep in the arms of the earth.

carolathhabsburg:

Unknown chilean lady. Daguerrotype , 1850s
Via 

carolathhabsburg:

Unknown chilean lady. Daguerrotype , 1850s

Via 

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Dear Lucy,
Arrived safe at 10.45 Thursday night Battalion is broke up and I do not know where I am going. I am not supposed to be writing this but I took a chance. Will write you a good long letter next time as soon as we get settled
Yours Tom


I really hope Tom made it home and married Miss Lucy Howard, if she was his sweetheart…

Brothers? Business partners? Look how pleased they are!

This may be my favourite thing ever. The back appears to say:

Dearest Jess pelase call for me tomorrow night we will try and meet Eddy and punch him
Be sure and come
your friend H.B

Also there was a huge collection of postcards to this Miss Jessie McArthur. She seemed to have a lot of friends and admirers.

I love old postcards.