It’s music week this week on Sepia Saturday and the theme image is some old sheet music for some little piece of whimsy called The Violet Polka. I do have a small collection of sheet music I inherited from my Uncle Harry (or “poor Uncle Harry” as he was always referred to in the family but that is another story best left until after the watershed) and I dipped into that to find something suitably uplifting. In amongst his music is a small volume entitled “The Music Lovers’ Portfolio Of The World’s Best Music” which was published as a part series in England in the 1920s by Georg Newnes Ltd. I only seem to have Part 1, so perhaps Uncle Harry ran out of money after the first week or maybe the selection wasn’t to his liking. The selection in Part 1 is certainly, as they say these days, “aspirational”. There is some Rachmaninoff, some Mendelssohn and even the 1st Movement of Beethoven’s Fifth. But I needed something even more culturally weighty to stand up against the Violet Polka, so I give you, from towards the end of the portfolio, “Love’s Cigarette” by H Fraser-Simson , Harry Graham and Adrian Ross. I am probably in breach of some copyright law by reproducing this piece of music here, but I will defend myself at the bar of public opinion by stating that this is a work that should be more widely […]
It was one of those half silly, half embarrassing conversation most bloggers have had at one time or another. “So what do you do with your time these days” (the final phrase “now that you are waiting to die” was implied rather than said)? “Well, I do a little writing”. “Oh, what type of thing do you write?” I longed […]
There is something slightly hazy about this old scanned negative. Something slightly hazy about the four pensioners. They were sat in Eastbourne, a town which is often referred to as “God’s Waiting Room” because of the preponderance of pensioners. I wonder if they are still sat there now, a third of a century later.
I saw this advert in the Huddersfield Examiner and it seems like a bit of a bargain to me. Whilst the bottled Pale Ale seems to be selling at 4/- a pint (that is four shillings or 20p to those who are too young to be reading this blog), the cask conditioned India Pale Ale is selling at 1/10 per gallon (that is one shilling and ten pence or …..err ….. well not very much). Now I have just wasted a half hour of my time this evening (that is 30 minutes in new time) taking a load of beer bottles to the bottle bank. I would have been far better buying a few gallon of Seth Senior’s IPA and decanting it into my empty bottles. What a shame that the newspaper is a little out of date. From the same old newspaper I find a short article detailing the progress of patients in the Huddersfield Sanatorium For Infectious Diseases. Back in the days before telephones were widespread and when private cars were a rarity, it was a problem checking on the progress of a relative confined to the Fever Hospital. The printing of brief prognoses followed by a list of individual patient numbers was quite a clever way of informing those who needed to know whilst preserving an element of patient confidentiality. This system of bulletins published in local newspapers continued well into the second half of the twentieth […]
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My eighth found dollop of history (50 pence from the second hand shop) features a 1917 vintage postcard from Dover. Most vintage postcards date from the first decade of the twentieth century – the age of the postcard collecting boom when hundreds of thousands of cards were sent, received, and carefully added to postcard albums. Many cards were still sent […]
One of the great delights of digital photography is not simply that you can capture a moment in time but the details of the capture are recorded forever, carved in digital stone, etched in acidic metadata. This photograph was taken by me at 15.58 on the 13th April 2005 in Budapest. Ten years on, is this girl still sending postcards […]
Two images from a scan of 35mm black and white negatives that I took some time in the early 1980s. The location is the south coast of England, I suspect somewhere near Eastbourne. Isobel did a short locus at the hospital there whilst still a medical student and we stayed down there together at the house of some friends. Whilst […]
The problem with scanning old slides is that they usually have acquired a layer of dust thick enough to protect them from a moderate arctic breeze. You can carefully airbrush the dust specks out, but on the whole, life is too short. Better to leave them in place – it’s what Georges Seurat did after all.