
The indoors photo was placed in the album before the outdoors photo.
Previously posted on the blog, but I think it’s the same group of women. From my grandmother’s album. “Doris February 1916” ?

The indoors photo was placed in the album before the outdoors photo.
Previously posted on the blog, but I think it’s the same group of women. From my grandmother’s album. “Doris February 1916” ?
My Great Aunt Edna is on the far left. Unfortunately, she’s the only woman I can identify. The caption says “Doris Feb. 2, 1916” My maternal side, from Edna’s sister’s photo album, Charlotte, my grandmother. Edna was born in 1890 and passed at 100 in 1990. So she’s 26 Years old in this photograph. Durand, Illinois. Aunt Edna and Uncle Edgar did not have any children. He passed in 1965.
Meet Sophia and Aphrodite.
Last week I made arrangements to photograph Aphrodite for the People at Work Series. Steve and I’ve known Aphrodite for more than 23 years now. Sophia asked me if I knew what Sophia meant and I had to admit I didn’t.
But I do now! Wisdom. And Aphrodite means Love.
I ordered two eggs over medium, dry wheat toast with butter on the side and potatoes with the well done crispy bits. Coffee and a glass of water.
I asked Sophia if I might photograph her, too, and she graciously agreed. I forgot to ask Sophia how long she’s worked at Ritter’s Diner but I know Aphrodite has worked there for 39 years!
Chances are if you’re from Pittsburgh, you’ve had the good fortune to meet both of these wonderful women.
Sophia and Aphrodite
Aphrodite
Sophia at the cash register
A Pittsburgh Landmark just a block away from Shadyside Hospital
Polls opened at 7. There was already a line when I arrived at 6:57.
I wore my Grand Old Flag socks.
I thought of all those who came before me, my great grandmothers who weren’t allowed to vote, how others fought and died (and are still) to give me this right.
I am grateful.
Wondering what year they packaged in this wrapper? Maybe an updated version is available in the grocery store, I will check. You can buy it online. It was heralded as a stress reliever and solution to a woman feeling overwhelmed by her life. “Calgon, take me away!”
Our custodian, Dan, found a case of this product and not sure what year the packaging is from. I meant to look and see if it had a zip code on it as I used to find items in the art room pre 1964 without a zip code. They still sell this stuff when I went to look it up in a search. I guess I am out of touch.
At first I thought this was just for the washing machine but it says “bathtub ring’ .
Here is one vintage commercial touting a similar product that is sure to offend someone with the retro thinking.
Not sure if anyone is still trying to get taken away with Calgon bath but here is one old TV commercial. There is another that is totally non PC that may come to your min and is on YouTube but I won’t link it.
The wordpress weekly photo challenge is Silhouette. When I hear that word I think of the little black paper cut- outs of children’s profiles mounted in a black oval frame. They used to be popular and hanging in homes. But yesterday I was photographing this display of bras created for October- Breast Cancer Awareness Month.
The wind was brisk and it started to rain. The bras hung on a metal tree sculpture at American Eagle campus on the South Side, Pittsburgh, were blowing like flags. This photo is unretouched and is in color but looks black and white without any adjustments.
Last year there were thousands of bras strung across the adjacent Hot Metal Bridge which I posted.
A reminder to schedule a an overdue mammogram.
A time to think of all of those who battle this disease, family and friends we know and love.
And a snippet of video to show the wind and rain effect on the scene…
Bras in the Wind
Seaside FL (no I am not there now, from the archives) You know how difficult I find street photography. These women didn’t notice me and my camera. Here’s what I saw……
A couple of women and some crochet cotton, one stitching as fast as she could. The one looks like she’s holding something that is being undone and recrocheted by the woman on the right. The line of thread between the two looks like it was just unraveled from having been stitched previously.
I wish I’d asked what the story was, what she was making. And why right there on the sidewalk? Standing up?
Someone just recommended to me that I try to knit standing up, be easier on my neck, and I thought, impossible. I was in FL a couple of years ago with good friends Shuey and Connie and we were touring around, seeing where the Truman Show was filmed and the market with the most jams and preserves I’ve ever seen, floor to ceiling.