Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Pin Up The Garage Calendar....

Saw a lot of these calendars when I was growing up.

Often in gas stations.

VERY often in auto repair shops and garages.

It was a back room item.

Varga Girl style.

This one I found among my Dad's stuff in his downstairs shop.

It shows a January 1941 calendar page.

Eventually one's eye gets down to that section of the calendar.

As part of a termite treatment for the house, I had moved boxes and stacks of stuff that hadn't been handled in decades.

"Move everything away from the interior walls," the termite guy had said.

I was seeing parts of the basement that had been covered up for a long time.

There was the minature railroad my Dad had set up.

He wasn't really "into" trains but something had caused him to act on a whim.

Over the years I've moved it around a few times. All the tiny engines and cars are in boxes.

It actually is supposed to go to my older brother who lives in Oklahoma. That's a long drive for a beat up train set.

But, back to the calendar.

It was in a very large thick envelope marked "The Clarion Line" by Newton Manufacturing Company in Iowa.

I went online and saw the company, founded in 1909, specialized in advertising promotion printed items.

The samples included huge scenics, patriotic views, Boy Scouts, etc.

They added the company name and shipped them out to clients.

I'm pretty sure I saw the Scouts in there.

I was distracted.

(Click on the photos for more details.)

Sent an email to the company in Newton, Iowa about my find.

I asked if this really did date back to before WWII?

When I find out, it might be eBAY time.

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Monday, August 13, 2007

Now, my OLDER brother....


OK, I've written about my younger brother - and he denies everything - so here's a tidbit on my older brother, the first born of the Boyd Brothers.

We're sitting (he's on the right) on a chain at an entryway to Marion Square on a Sunday outing during WWII. We lived a few blocks away in Ansonborough on Society Street.

Spread out about 4 years apart, all three of us attended St. Joseph's grade school on Anson Street and the best summer of my life was 5th grade, the year I had a growth spurt and became taller than he was. What a difference it meant to be a BIGGER little brother! There was a definite power shift.

We still hung out together and that summer on Folly Beach, we wanted to surprise our grandmother with a fancy, smancy fried chicken dinner at Tommy Wienges' News Stand on Center Street. The sumptuous meal would cost $1.25.

We roamed Folly all day, collecting empty pop bottles and lugging them to Tommy's restaurant to collect the deposit. Naturally we had to have 125 and we were short about 15 as the afternoon waned.

Big, er, older, brother said "wait here" and darted away.

He returned quickly with 6 bottles and said "we still have time," and ran off again. He came back balancing 8 empties and Tommy laughed and said "close enough."

Grandma was a little leery when we insisted she come with us that evening and, after she was seated, the ladies brought out her dinner and she truly was surprised and pleased.

As we watched her eat, I whispered to my brother "how did you get so many bottles so quickly?" He smiled and said "from Tommy's back porch."

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