|Once I built a railroad ...|
... made it run, made it race against time ... whoa, slow down, this is only a hobby.
|... You could buy this railroad
without landing on the square.
|.... made it run, made it race against time ..... brother can you spare a dime?|
lyric from my CW song -
" Ridin' in a boxcar, trackin' down to Tennesee, got myself some buddies, playin' music just like me,
we ain't good lookin' but you'll know when we're in town, goin' to turn 'em, right upside down,
we're on our way to Nashville Tennesee."
|How to fly.
Complete A.B.C. Illustrated Instructions! It has 11 pages and an ad for rice
Sparkies on the back with Commander Sparkes hisself and Lil' Orphan Annie! (you could pencil in
her pupils) Arf!
There IS a section in this book on LANDING.
Homeland Security in the US has also asked that we don't give it to anyone with scraggly beards and wild eyes. Even if they DO have a Visa. In Canada CSIS and the RCMP said it is illegal to discriminate against scraggly beards or lousy aircraft pilots so please DO let them see the book.
Sometimes it's not about collecting at all, it's just not being able to part with some things ... RCW
Gold pocket watches
Postal Telegraph circa 1940s
April in Paris
It was Paris, 1941.
Las Vegas one armed bandit bank. Is
that a joke or what? Tell Tommy Lee Jones and David Jansen that we found
the one armed man! I put a Canadian dime in it and it got stuck. Worth 7.8
cents, no wonder. But it works.
|Old WWII Decal|
The decal is about 6 inches square, is in excellent condition and has the original sleeve packaging.
FDR drank brandy and would never leave for anywhere on a Friday. He left Earth on a Thursday.
|Way better than a CAT sticker.|
Vintage metal toys
|Dinky Toys and London Toys. The red Wheel truck is TriAng, England as is the Minic Royal Mail van. The ambulance is Dinky Toy of England and the others are all London Toys, made in Canada. I love the front skirted wheels on the yellow coupe! Don't try any U-Turns!|
|Cool ambulance, check out the suicide door! Wouldn't it be great to have this real car today? Way better than a modern SUV. It must have been through WWII, look at that schrapnel damage! And the windows blown out too. Probably driven by a British girl of the Women's Royal Volunteer Service while ignoring her fear and danger to save lives. The women recruited to the service were usually from the privileged and wealthy as most women could not drive in those days. They responded and served with resolve and valor during the blitz. The W.R.V.S. still has over 50,000 volunteers.|
|Called a Leedy
Olympian long-necked 4 string plectrum banjo by the old gentleman who
replaced the head a few years ago. (silicon now) It is in great condition,
made around 1927 in Chicago. None of the varnish is worn off.
Mother-of-Pearl inlays along the neck with what looks like ebony under the
frets. Wonderful cut scroll work on parts of the metal. Could be shined
but I am leaving it alone so as not to screw anything up. No backboard
thingy but it sounds great. Stephen Foster anyone? Only the
Fosters, you say?
Ol' man river, he mus' know sumpin' but don't say nuthin'
....... Oscar Hammerstein
....... Stan Freeberg
|" ... If you like a ukulele lady, ukelele lady like a you ....."|
How much easier
could it be? Is Fletcher Christian around here somewhere?
Well look at this, a little ukulele, sort of made of hardboard or something. Stradie never ever made these things. Sounds pretty good though ....
But wait! Here's the real deal ... an Islander Uke Chord Master! You got Arthuritus? Just press the buttons. Easy! Standard tuning too. Arthur don't care.
I think it belonged to some girl named Pat Pending, I see it inscribed on there.
" .... If you like to linger where it's shady, ukulele lady linger too ..."
|© Richard Whiting & Gus Kahn|
|INFO: If you're visiting Maui, and you want the real
goods, go here to get a beautifully Hawaiian made uke - my friend Willi
got one and she rooks marverous holding it - Mele
Ukulele - 1750 Kaahumanu Avenue, PO Box 1681, Wailuku, Maui, HI 96793
www.meleukulele.com AND you can
go here to hear the greatest ukulele player not in Hawaii, Jake Shimabukuro,
playing George Harrison's While My Guitar Gently Weeps -
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=puSkP3uym5k truly amazing.
I bet your old memories of a uke were never like this ....
.....and if that didn't make you forget Alfred Apaka, nothing will.
Vintage writing implements
... and some of us bought those 46 Ford
Superdeluxe business coupes
Postcard collecting can be fun and interesting if the cards recall childhood memories.
circa 1947 - Birch Bay Washington - No. it's not a set from Trailer Park Boys, but a wonderful childhood memory, even on an allowance of 50 cents a day! You could rent a rubber raft or a bike for 25 cents an hour, or get lots of Fleers Double Bubble Gum for that. (and get a free cartoon about Pud) We chewed huge wads of gum for days, having to hide it at night, stuck under our bed so our Moms wouldn't throw it away. That barn on the hill was a paradise!
circa 1946 - 47 - Bay Center Resort where you rented a cabin by the water. Bonfires on the beach, weinie roasts and ghost stories at night. I had eyelashes burnt off more than once while perfecting my marshmallow toasting. The cabins were named after flowers, ours was always Canterbury Bells. Families would rent them in succession and come down for their holidays while many of the kids stayed all summer with whoever was there at the time!
postcard was given by my Grandma, Jette, to her husband, Albert on April 24, 1903,
his birthday, and expresses a tender thought that is a treasured insight into
someone's feelings from so long ago - within the tiny attached envelope is a
folded note to him, the writing in sepia ink in Norwegian reads
To my husband Happy Birthday! May your days be light and long. I wish you God's blessing on your day with a wish that I can be your help-mate with patience for the rest of our lives until the evening of life.
That's my wish, Your wife, Jette.
This postcard is priceless! My Grandpa died without me meeting him, yet Gramma remains as an image of gentleness who transferred her caring feelings to me. A woman of love.
Don't discard these things, they have infinite value to the soul.
Look at me.
Over here, at the edge of the trail,
look what I’ve done.
I’m the little red maple leaf on the ground. Among the broken twigs and damp brown earth.
Well, I’m not just red, I think I am scarlet, or carmine, no one wants to be - just red,
I am vermillion.
I left my tree yesterday. I was free on the wind for such a short time. But it was enough.
Some were already here waiting, daring to go first. Others still cling up there against a graying sky.
My whole life flashed in those seconds as I floated dizzily down.
I was so beautiful in the spring, a dainty innocent green furl surrendering to the lusty gaze of the sun. Young and soft and fuzzy, fluttering in the breeze, embracing the sky. I felt welcome in the world. And as I grew into a perfect green leaf I shielded that little wren so she could bring out her family. There was a picnic once below me. Children laughing. It made me proud they had picked my tangled tree. And lovers one time, at dusk in summer watching the glow of the sky fade into shadow. The twilight soft as their breathing.
I was mature by then. Able to sense the changes around me, knowing my three season life was unfolding.
Look at me. I still have a purpose. To nourish my tree as much as a grandmother nourishes her grandchildren even as she has passed. A memory of things. Like a natural traveler passing on the trail regards the view of my tree in autumn splendor and places it in his soul for feeding later.
I have been part of that too.
Look at me,
I have been green. And orange and red.
Look at me.
© 2008 RC Westerholm
The Leaves of memory seemed to make. A mournful rustling in the dark - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Granville Street - 1950s photographer unknown (Fred Hertzog?)
|Granville Street - February 2008 RC Westerholm|
How to be mean to a collector: - give him two of anything.
|Metal worker - Made in Germany - US Zone|
|Lil German metal worker, he's making
something. Great mustache. The red piece goes up and down if the wheel is
I think he's making a Mercedes out of old Messerschmitts or maybe an automated toilet plunger. He had something in his hands once,
perhaps a bratwurst. It says on his pantcuff - Made in Germany U.S. zone - Terrific detail in the paint.
He's about 4 1/2 inches high.
Lil Beaver Motor makes it make things.
Kewl shoes too!
|Remember Foncie's Photos? Where a guy standing on Granville Street snapped your pic? You could go by there later and look at it and buy one if you liked. Some even did. Even though they were being way too cool to smile for the camera. You dressed up to walk around. Life was serious then. Too bad we can't go back to that level of seriousness.|
Can we store the glow of the sunset?
Can we memorize the touch of a hand?
Can we keep the gentle fire of a candle?
Can we save the feeling of a kiss?
Can we intertwine two spirits?
Can we capture it all in our hearts?
Yes we can ... it's called love.
|Kodak Instamatic 104|
|Now this here
is a prize. In the original box, containing a box of unopened film, original
container, a flashcube, unwrapped original batteries, the original manual and
the shiny Kodak 104 camera! With strap! What more do you need? Ansel Adams never
had it so good.
A true collectors item for old camera buffs. Um ... I don't mean the buffs are old, just the camera, er... on second thought, most of you old camera buffs aren't really buff anymore are you? Too much time in the darkroom.
collect these after that Upper Deck rip-off a few years back where they
printed thousands, held back thousands more for a higher price to release them
later? Why couldn't you and I do the same thing? Ethics is why, I guess. Anyway,
these are the real deal - Original baseball cards from 1951 Vancouver
Capilanos, all black and white cards. These are from long before the card
companies started keeping half their printing to rip off the collectors.
Some of these players were born in 1924! Chuck Abernathy, Jerry Barta, Pete Hernandez, Carl Gunnerson, Bob Snyder, Bill White, George Nicholas, Bob Duretto, a black man Jesse Williams probably among the first professionals after Jackie Robinson led the way! There's even one signed by Mrs Johnny Ritchie, how about that! (she was beautiful too)
They all played in Capilano Stadium in Vancouver, now Nat Bailey Stadium.
(We used to sit in the bleachers and make a nuisance of ourselves, smoking and running around bothering everyone else. )
|Western Sports Centre Gym|
If you look under the Smilin Buddha Cabaret sign, you'll notice the Western Sports Centre is there. Located on Hastings Street just west of Main Street. I once wrestled for that club as a teenager in the Fifties. Larry Ross, George Bunka and Ralph Casperson were my instructors. Earl Kalani was the owner, a wonderfully pleasant Hawaiian who never pressured any of us young men for our monthly dues! All the successful boxers of the day trained at Western too, The Walters, Len and Jim, Bill Brenner. Buddy Pearson and many Golden Gloves Champions. Exhibition sparring matches often had crowds of cigar puffing Runyonesque characters in suits and cash betting on the outcomes. Hastings St. wasn't so bad then.
Nick Mohamed won the Mr. Pacific Coast body building title there.
But the basement weight room was the domain of Doug Hepburn. Lifting hundreds of pounds and breaking world records even before he was our Olympic Gold medalist and became known as the World's Strongest Man! We delighted in being able to try our best to punch his stomach without breaking our wrists. Gentle Doug just smiled at our feeble attempts. But I did get him to sign the back of that picture. The sweat and aura and memories of the Western Sports Centre will remain vivid images forever.
Memory of the party of a lifetime
with thanks to -
A. Guy Nextdoor (Trev) for finding it, and making it into this
and Michael Koren for writing such a memorable and inspiring song.
All these sexy women are having a great time, turn the glass
around and see their secret eroticism. Drink up, these are the reason all the
ugly girls go home at 11:pm!
They are all sort of ethnic except the girl at the lamp post, she's kind of
This set of six 8 oz was made sometime around the Fifties. The girl at the lamp post was made throughout the fifties.
Careful though, display only, not suitable for use as the decals are aging and we wouldn't want these girls to become wrinkly, would we?
Big Little and Better Little books
|They were full of adventure, intrigue, danger. Started in the early thirties and published for years. The drawing was expert for the time and the stories enrapturing. Red Rider and Little Beaver was one of my favorites. He was a tough cowboy sort of like a rough looking Randolph Scott. Smilin' Jack was great, full of action and Terry and the Pirates always seemed placed in dark underground passageways in China, with secret doors, and mysterious pigtailed Chinamen with dripping mustaches. Big Little books are pleasant to have around, mementoes of a more innocent time in spite of the threats of the evil bad guys. Some even had an insert cartoon in the top corner of each page and you could flip the pages quickly with your thumb and watch real animation! We had Don Winslow of the Navy, Charlie Chan, The Lone Ranger and his Horse Silver (equal billing) , the Phantom, the Shadow , lil Orphan Annie (arf! some even pencilled in pupils for Annie's eyes) and Smoky Stover. You still see them at garage sales and they're not too expensive to own and enjoy. Pick one up, they're a virtual literature history. You might even get one with animation!|
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Wikipedia on collecting - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Collecting
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