There was a time when people would dress up to walk along the prom. A time of hats and coats and canes. A time of conversations through pipe-clenched teeth.
Monthly Archives: April 2019
The puzzling thing about the Monkey Puzzle Tree (Araucaria araucana) is that it is native of Chile where there are no monkeys at all.
Slubbing Dyeing = The dyeing of textile fibres prior to spinning
Melange Printing = Printing of textile fibres with bands of colour alternating with unprinted areas
Sometimes, old photographs lay around for ages, decades, centuries – holding within them images of great beauty. They are warehouses of history, repositories of memories, constantly being removed from pillar to post, from old cupboard to old shoebox. And then someone comes and with the help of a little digital renovation, a new image emerges from the shadows.
This was advertised as a vintage postcard on eBay, but it shows a Halifax I remember well. I caught a bus from that stop, I went to the Saturday morning cinema club at that cinema. I have become vintage in my own lifetime.
A little further investigation gives a more reliable date range. The Victoria Hall was still being used as a cinema which means that it was before 1953. Miss Tatlock’s Millions starring Wanda Hendrix was first released in 1948, so it must have been after that. With such a time window, I was undoubtedly around, albeit on the young side.
With nothing better to do, I went over to YouTube and watched the first part of Miss Tatlock’s Millions. Vintage as I may be, I hope I have aged better than the film!
Residential Care Home, Halifax (April 2019)
Like some latter-day Victorian parson, I occasionally think I am in the business of saving souls. Many of the nineteenth century studio portraits that come into my possession are showing their age: spots of mould eat into the very soul of the image. A little careful renovation makes them fit for another century or two.
This is a Cabinet Card from the studio of Alfred Hughes of 433, The Strand, London. Normally one has no idea of whom the subjects of such portraits are, but here we have been provided with a signature at least – and the Rev W Murray seems set to save some souls of his own.