Foolish House, Ontario Beach Park in 1910, George Eastman House Collection
I forget now how I came to this image of the “Foolish House” taken by Charles C. Zoller. It struck me of course for its jumble of wild letters with short words popping out (bug, zip) and phrases (“we will get you yet”, “wait for the parade”). But what was this place? I saw the same photo pop up on a few other websites but they didn’t provide any further backstory.
Another image of the Foolish House seemingly after the price had skyrocketed from 5¢ to 10¢ but I suppose now you got a souvenir ring for parting with your dime.
A bit more searching and more about Ontario Beach Park emerged…
The sign tacked to the tree reads, No Hunting or Fishing.
I remember, at a very young age, I saw the building in the photo above. It was in a Time-Life book and I had no idea who Le Corbusier was and very little concept of what architecture meant. But that building, with its mushroom-cap roof and seemingly randomly cut windows, transfixed me. Something sparked for me as a kid. I felt some sort of connection with the shapes and forms drawn into life by Le Corbusier 1955.
Lucien Hervé – Contact sheets of images taken at Ronchamp
Yesterday, I saw the building again in this image…
This photo is another mystery from the junk shop. Its only clue is a date in each corner (I cropped it out): 1960. My assumption is that this is kids art, although it appears as if it was displayed in the school’s boiler room!
I tried CSIing the image in order to ascertain just what in the heck the character on the right side is doing to the main character’s arm. I couldn’t get much more than a blur. My best guess is that he is sick and she is a nurse administering treatment via needle. But what is wrong with her nose?
There is always something intriguing about finding someone else’s high school yearbook. No matter what the year, there are common curiosities that make just about any of these bound generational time capsules fascinating.
Obviously all those faces locked in time are a huge draw. Whether it’s the 1980’s and I can recognize versions of myself and my high school classmates or it’s a 1940’s Catholic school in Toledo, Ohio and the faces all seem so much older than they were. It’s basic, people are interesting.
All these kids in high school at the height of World War II… cheering their teams, putting on plays, editing their yearbook, hoping to capture themselves as they are. All of the nicknames… Nobby, Dizzy, Babs, Chick, Bugs, Big Jim, Duff, Bull, Sharpy, Blackie, Lulu, Rufus, Pinkie, Katty, Doc, Butch, Dimples, and Squirrel and the sad rare kid with no nickname — their photo feeling that much more wistful.
One of my favourite things to find at the junk shop are little bundles of letters, notes, and documents. These bundles can often form an instant collection around the life of their previous owner or maker.
Today I came home with a bundle of cancelled cheques from the account of a F.P. Anderson with transactions spanning the late 1920’s and early 30’s. I find these things fascinating. The writing, the cost of things, the design of the cheques themselves, the variety of cancellation perforations, and the endorsement stamps on the reverse. They are simply packed with archival curiosities.
Not surprisingly, it’s also the story of Mr. Anderson — someone completely unknown to me — told for these few distant years through the outgoing sums of his Iowa savings account. How much did he spend on a radio? Did he just buy a new car? Those frequent payments to “self”. It’s a sort of casual anthropology I engage in.
From the New York Public Library’s collection of the scrapbooks of 19th-century illustrator Alexander Anderson.
Just some of the thousands of images created by Alexander Anderson and preserved incredibly in multiple 100-page scrapbooks. Just amazing. Each page of every volume is just stunning on its own. I pulled out these few type and logo related images in particular because it feels like such an interesting comparison to contemporary portfolios and also such a primary source for the current trend in type and branding work that mimics this aesthetic.
Click here to see a large version of the photo.
I have no idea who these people are, where this was taken, or when. It is a mystery. The letters “Au” is all that remains of what may have been a clue, ripped off from the large chunk that is missing on the right side. My best guess is that they are staff of an hotel, estate, or… who knows. All of the women are wearing a similar uniform: pleated long, dark skirt, white blouse and tie, but for one woman whose skirt is flat-front (not pleated), and wearing a presumably coloured blouse with a ruffle. Perhaps she is the head of house, front counter staff, a manager, owner… I don’t know, but it’s fun to guess.
Photos by Gayla Trail. Crazy quilt by Unknown.