The Golden Lion Bed & Breakfast
Just Another Day 2 Nov 2015, 5:35 amLife at Granny Ewen's house was always fun. At any one time, you would have a number of first cousins ready to join in the day's activities. Such is the picture shown.
The black and white TV set is above us all. They were just coming out, and I am not sure if this picture was taken to show this phenomena and we just happened to be in the picture. The youngest among this group of first cousins I am. [Probably why I had both fingers in facial derangement mode.]
At any rate, here we are. Our shirts checkered and colorful, the girls in white blouses and dresses...oops except Evelyn, and maybe we were just getting ready to watch this amazing square box called "TV". At Granny Ewen's, it was just another day.
Another Story 5 Oct 2015, 6:30 am
Great grandfathers are usually not known by the folks of this generation. Getting to know something of their lives may also become a task. This picture is Edward Turner Jones, my great grandfather. He was born 10th of August 1873 in Madison Co., KY. This was just across the Kentucky River from my own Kentucky county called Clark, and I had a special interest in discovering his story. His name was past down to me.
Edward it is. Jerry Edward Jones my folks called me at that birth day some years back. I thought at first the name Edward came from my Dad, Henry Edward Jones. After some years of tree climbing it became evident that my father was named after his grandfather. What a deal I thought. Over a century before my birth certificate was completed, another of the same Y-chromosome carried the name Edward. His baby of the family [a daughter Jeane Marie Jones born 1919] became my link in the chain to his generation. She had many stories about her father. He loved to sing, play the fiddle, and play cards. He had difficulty with diabetes in his last years, loosing a leg to this disease. But, the picture shown above was taken in his teens. [before 1893!] He was married December 20, 1893 to Ellen Dorcas Henderson. She was a direct descendant of that fellow named Richard Henderson who had something to do with the settlement of Kentucky at that placed called Boonesborough. But that is another story.
U.S. Army Alaska 11 Sep 2015, 7:09 am
Authorized shoulder sleeve insignia (patches) used by the United States Army during WWII are many. Various "Commands" and "Headquarters" reflected the wartime expansion, and many designs were to reflect their geographic location. The above illustrates "US Army Alaska".
It is a blue disk showing the face of a white polar bear. [Not so white after some 70 years or so.] The mouth is red, and a five-pointed star in yellow represented the North Star. The polar bear on the patch is indigenous to Alaska. The patch was to be worn on the left shoulder. This insignia was discontinued in 1975. North to Alaska they would say.
A reference to this is found:
"Shoulder Sleeve Insignia of the U.S. Army 1946 - 1989" by Richard W. Smith, 1978, p. 26.
Hotel Regis 1946 10 Aug 2015, 6:52 amA fair number of post cards brought back from Germany 1946 have been shown on previous post. In the large stack of post cards, this is the only one of color.
"The Regis, Clarens" is its title. "HOTEL", "REGIS", "PENSION" are the words hung across the balcony porches facing the front. Five bay windows, orange colored awnings, and a place to sit under large umbrellas on the front patio. [Lots of chimneys protrude through the roof which much be the end points of many cold winters.] Clarens, Montreux, Switzerland it must be.
I tried to find out if this Hotel still stands. Could not find it listed under hotels for Clarens, Switzerland. Does any one know the story of this Hotel Regis from 1946? My Dad must have stayed here.
A Small Thank You 18 Jul 2015, 10:41 amAlmost filling a "Visitors Register" after 13 years of hosting a Bed & Breakfast, we have entertained quite a number of folks. This drawing was recently left us by an eleven year old guest who was brought by her grandmother. It reads: "Thank You, You're Great!" a small "roar" is drawn.
Our name "The Golden Lion" is written below a carefully drawn figure of a lion. A heart completes the label. What smiles it brought us...this small thank you...:-). Now on to year 14.
Summer of '56 18 Jun 2015, 8:45 amSummer days in old Kentucky were pretty much spent in the same way. It was before air conditioning, rotary phones [number please], and for most of us even a T.V.! [black and white only] By June, the summer heat would begin. Time was spent looking for a "four leaf clover" [clover was growing all over the place], and one had to be an expert to avoid all those honey bee's single stinger.
Such a day in 1956, is shown above. A pick net table in the basement was always a good place avoid some of the heat. Windows and doors wide open, shorts, and cold "soda pop" help set the stage. Here my brother [no shirt] and three other first cousins seemed to be enjoying this summer day. I was beginning to preform some of my facial acrobatics which often played pretty well, expect to the one taking the picture. Here we set, all smiles on three, and a face in production on me. Summer of '56 it is
Buddies 19 May 2015, 5:13 amWebster's New Collegiate Dictionary (p. 143) defines a "buddy" as "companion, partner", or "fellow". It gives that the word evolved probably from baby talk as a alternative to "brother". The following pictured dated January 14, 1946 shows a group of "buddies".
It would have been roughly half a year since WWII had ended. These fellows were in post war Germany, and most all seem to have a smile across their face. My Dad must have been taking the picture since his smiling face does not appear.
A "buddy system" is an arrangement in which two individuals are paired as for mutual safety in a hazardous situation. I would guess that blowing up planes after the war would be considered hazardous since TNT was used most of the time. My Dad tells a few stories about this activity. These few buddies were included.
Hats and Hands 27 Apr 2015, 8:19 am
Taken around the early 1950s, this picture shows a group of cars and a group of men. It must have been one of those auctions that seem to attract all those folks who are looking for that special deal. There is a house, shed, large barn, two gas pumps, and a lot of different models of cars. [How many models can you identify?]
There is also a large number of men standing around the area where all the autos are parked. What struck me from this photo was the number of hats being worn. Lots, and lots of hats ride on the heads of men during this period of time. I do not remember men routinely wearing hats after the 1960s, but here in the early 1950s it seems to be the majority. [Indiana Jones had something to say about this a little later in time.]
Hands in the pockets struck me also. It would seem that most had their hands in their pockets. For me, during this time, pockets were used to place "pocket knives", marbles, special rocks, rabbit's feet, and other special stuff that might come in handy during a routine day. Maybe these folks were thinking about spending their money on one these automobiles, and they wanted to keep their money from jumping out. Hats and hands it is. Today men still use their pockets for hands, but not their head for hats.
5th Avenue 14 Apr 2015, 6:22 amIt was 1946, and being in occupied Germany just after the War would produce all kinds of emotions. Something from "home" was always welcomed. One of those reminders that made being away seem more acceptable to the recipient. A letter, a postcard, a package, a gift, or any one of the items that reminded you that home indeed did still exist. The following picture shows such an event.
5th Avenue candy bar...that Hershey made bit of home that this fellow seems to be enjoying. The picture was taken by my Dad in Occupied Germany 1946. This candy bar was first made in 1936, and "contributed to war effort" according to Hersey's own account. [see web site under 5th Avenue] Well, here is proof that the contribution delivered this affect. Home, sweet home...way to go 5th Avenue.
An Easter Sunday 29 Mar 2015, 7:04 amSundays were pretty much the same at 25 Vine Street. Dress-up was expected, and Church was how the mornings were spent. Easter was an exception. On this Sunday morning you had a chance to enjoy one of those chocolate Easter Bunnies. Of course it came with those Easter Baskets full of all those goodies. Now, how a rabbit could lay an egg was not an issue. The following picture shows one of those Sunday mornings.
Here we stand. Just out the back door of our old Kentucky home. Mom had her white gloves, Henry [my older brother] had his bow tie neatly in place, and I...well I had my Easter Bunny held close to the chest. I guess Henry felt he was too old to participate in such excitement, but hey...it was Sunday, and I wanted to take my bunny to Church. It was light blue, had long pointy ears, with a chest of pure white. Soft and cuddly it was. Only a ride to Church it got, since it had to wait in the car until Church was over. Well, anyway, all those goodies still awaited, and I was going to feast after Church with my brand new bunny. An Easter Sunday it was.