From the magazine PUCK
Posted on 12/24/2017 9:37:44 AM PST by mairdie
Just a few old postcards from my very large collection.
From the magazine PUCK
Awesome!
I particularly like the Britishcentric one on the bottom.
Reminds me that one of my sisters has very old family Christmas cards with skinny Santas, and some even wearing black.
I’m so glad you liked them!
That British one was HUGE and it took positioning it 4x on my large bed scanner and then gluing the pieces back together. It wasn’t a postcard but it is one of my favorites, so I just couldn’t resist when I came across it.
I fear the cards are so scattered across my computer system that I’ll never know where they all are. I usually name well, that is, santa is usually a part of the name of santa pictures, and that’s really my only hope. But as I start a new project with them, like now, I build yet another directory and there they go scattering again.
A very Happy Christmas to you and yours.
Nothing there 4 me
Nothing showed up
????
We see that and are trying to figure out what’s happening. All I can think is that the Henry Livingston load on the machine is too much. We rent a stand alone machine in CT that handles the Henry Livingston website as well as my own. Both seem to be undergoing great strain. Paul is noticing some sort of apple iphone problem that seems to be expecting something not on our site. What a day for trouble!!
Brings back memories of when I first put up my music videos on our own site way before YouTube. We started with hours of video availability with a mail list to tell people when posted so regulars could get in before the bandwidth disappeared. Then we had it in pretty good shape until a lovely man decided the world needed to see our Sherlock Holmes videos and put up a Boing Boing notice. Someone working at an ISP was hosting those videos in Alaska, so we bounced back and forth all day with one site crashing and the other one taking up the load, then reversing.
Fingers crossed this straightens out soon.
Happy Christmas ANYWAY!
Yet, though my crimes against this power so high
Be numberless, and oft of deepest dye,
Leave I entreat to extenuate my blame:
A right which guiltiest criminals may claim;
E'en they who fly not at a Lady's call,
And dare withstand the attraction of a ball.
Of magic zones and rings you oft have heard,
By fairies on their favorites conferred,
Which pinch'd the wearers sore, or made them bleed,
Whene'er they went astray in thought or deed.
Nor think these stories false because they're old,
But true as this which soon I will unfold.
Sweet sleep had shed its mists around my eyes,
And fancy's motley forms began to rise,
When, 'mid these fleeting phantoms of the night,
A vision stood distinct before my sight.
Though far below the human size it seem'd
A dazzling brightness from its visage beam'd.
My airy dreams it seem'd to chase away,
And thus in sweetest accents deign'd to say:
"Hail, Youth! In me behold a friendly power,
Thy guard in every place, at every hour,
Who thus appear expos'd to mortal view,
Clearly to mark the course you should pursue.
To me 'tis giv'n your virtue to secure
From custom's force and pleasure's dangerous lure.
I watch the motions of your youthful mind,
Rejoicing when to virtue 'tis inclin'd;
But when a growing folly is descried,
To root it out, no art I leave untried.
Those drugs I mix in pleasure's luscious bowl
Which pain the body to preserve the soul.
That listlessness, those qualms, those aches I send
Which dissipation's giddy round attend.
Nor let these warnings, by your Guardian giv'n,
By winning pleasure from your thoughts be driv'n.
For if, regardless of my friendly voice,
In Fashion's gaudy scenes your heart rejoice,
Dire punishments shall fall upon your head:
Disgust, and fretfulness, and secret dread.
Unmeaning forms shall swim before your eyes,
Wild as the clouds which float in vernal skies.
But if true wisdom all your thoughts employ,
I promise lasting peace and health and joy.
A mind untouch'd by malice or by spleen
Shall make your slumbers light, your thoughts serene;
And through the ills which mortals must betide
I still will be your counsellor and guide."
So spoke the friendly power; then, waving light
His azure pinions, vanish'd from my sight.
Such is the guardian Genius, ever near,
Whose love I strive to gain, whose wrath I fear.
But, when his favoring smiles I would secure,
Complaining friendship's frown I oft endure;
And now, for open breach of Fashion's laws,
A criminal, am forc'd to plead my cause.
Such is my lot; and though I guilty prove,
Compassion sure my Judge's breast will move.
Not pardon for my fault I hope to find;
But humbly pray, you'll change to one more kind
The threaten'd sentence, cruel as 'tis hard,
To lose forever your benign regard.
They’re up now. For how long..... ?????
PING
You might want to try this free software to organize your cards: XNView
thanx
Thanks, Col. It’s my head that’s the problem, I fear, not the software. But I’ll definitely look at it.
Thank you. They are wonderful.
Good old days
Now that Trump’s our president, it’s going to be these good future days!
PING
Lovely collection! 4th one down looks like Carl Larsson’s work...
Nice to have a President that loves his country and it’s people. Bless you President Trump.
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