Sunday, September 15, 2013
The paper doesn't have a date on it, but it's fairly yellowed. The print is that purple-blue ink, and apparently, whiteout wasn't invented yet, or whomever wanted this translation didn't care about a few mistakes that were fixed with a pen.
There's a line that says "your visit to us a hundred years back was the cause of bleeding sores." I believe this is referencing the Battle of Copenhagen in 1807, but Holger died in 1908 and that would be putting him writing this poem a year before he died if it were exactly 100 years. I am stumped. It's a lovely poem, even if I'm not exactly certain about what it is referencing.
Posted by Marci at 8:56 PM
We all have our weak spots in our education, and mine is math. Oh, I just agonized over numbers while I was in school. Elementary through my college career. Absolutely painful. And yet, I knew this had something to do with math when I saw it. Yes, I know. Abysmal to even admit. I asked my son what it was and sure enough, he came through for me.
I am guessing this is some sort of novelty item. For what? Math geeks? Teachers? I have heard rumors, legends if you will, that there are those who exist who actually like math. There are also legends about mermaids, Bigfoot, and the Loch Ness Monster. Just saying.
Posted by Marci at 8:22 PM
Friday, September 13, 2013
John Steinbeck turns 60 years old and it makes the press. I think now when writers/celebrities have a birthday, it's a blip in an Entertainment magazine or thrown in next to the comics in the newspaper. Of course, this is Steinbeck we're talking about.
Mr. Steinbeck was born in California and ended up going to Stanford, but only to appease his parents. He left without a degree. He wrote The Grapes of Wrath in 1939 and then went on to serve as a war correspondent in WWII. After the war, he gave us Cannery Row, East of Eden, The Winter of Our Discontent, among others. He left us 27 books in all. He died just 8 years after this article was published, in December of 1968 of a heart attack.
I loved Cannery Row. East of Eden, I own, but haven't read yet. Now, the horrible, terrible, confession of mine concerning Steinbeck. I couldn't read The Grapes of Wrath. I know the story is fantastic, hello Henry Fonda, but reading it was sooo difficult. It's written so we can hear how the characters are speaking in this broken English, something.....whatever it is, it's painful. I couldn't do it! I know! A self proclaimed lover of books and I cannot get through this classic. Although, I am convinced that some "classics" are really not books that earned that spot rightfully. This isn't one of them, this one is supposed to be brilliant! I have properly chastised myself, I promise.
Posted by Marci at 10:54 AM
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Posted by Marci at 2:23 PM
This is not your average postcard. It's about 9 inches in length, and folds several times over showing different scenes from the hotel. This is the cover, showing the front of the hotel. I tried to add a few of the more telling photo's to see if we could figure out the time frame this was in circulation.
Posted by Marci at 1:58 PM