I really try to respond to Sepia Saturday’s suggestions for posts each week. I really do. But sometimes it just doesn’t work out.
Take three weeks ago for example. Chess. The day this suggestion was posted I walked into our local librrary to pick up a book I’d ordered and right in front of me was a chess board, albeit a rather limp one. Out came the phone and snap, snap, there was a photo which perhaps I could include in a post.
I planned how I could include how my husband made a marble topped chess table – all the meticulous cutting of grey/black and white marble into small blocks and reassembling them, followed by the slow polishing to make a smooth surface and lowering into the lovely dark polished table. A few shots of the chess set and the books and hey presto a post. But it never happened.
The next week – a tunnel. Well, this was the nearest I could come to a tunnel.
In 1950 Bendigo Teachers’ College sent its students to Queenslcliff for a one week Physical Education camp. Plenty of spare time to explore the surrounds. Does this look like a Tunnel. Perhaps not. More like a cave, or is it just an indentation in the cliff. Is that Poldark’s Aidan Turner I see lurking in the shadows, storing contraband in the cave? My mistake, this is not Cornwall, it is Australia. Actually my friends say he is eye candy. I fail to see it myself. Oh dear. Nothing got done.
And this week the suggestion is a typewriter. When I think of the procession of typewriters, word processors and computers whose keyboards I have pounded you would think there would be a photo somewhere but no such luck. But a typewriter usually sits on a desk and this 1963 photo shows a small portion of one of the desks we have had. And no, she never took up smoking.
And coming up for the next three weeks we have hotels, fish and students.
As usual I have the best of intentions.
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