With all the talk of slow batteries, slow iphones, and things like that, let’s remember this.
1910. Jerald Schaitberger 7 yrs. old, of 416 W. 57th St. N.Y. as he helps to sell papers until 10 P.M. on Columbus Circle. Photo taken 9:30 P.M. on October 8, 1910.
Photo by Paul B. Schumm.
This is The New York Times headquarters at Beekman and Nassau Street, New York City, c. 1855.
The Times dropped “Daily” from its masthead in 1857 and also moved to Park Row in order to be closer to City Hall.
This old Memorex ad reminded me of high school. We had an English class called Rock Poetry and we discussed the lyrics and poetry of current rock music. It was a nice class.
The teacher didn’t know much about current music I think because one day she started pulling out cassette tapes that we had brought in (yes, cassettes) and asked, “What should we listen to next? The Beatles? Carol King? The Bee Gees? Memorex?
And we all laughed, and said, No! Memorex is the name of the cassette tape company!” It was so many years ago, but I remember that as if it was yesterday.
There was also this Maxell ad. Remember? It ran all over the place for years.
I did a comic using my character Tombo the Rabbit doing the bit a few years ago.
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Look at this photo. It’s Broadway in NYC, in 1902. I can stare at this photo for a long time and just sort of fall right into it.
I have to find another template for this blog so that the photos appear larger (if you click on the right mouse button and hit “open image in a new tag” it will open much larger), but anyway, look at the one guy closest to Santa. He looks to be about 25 or 30 years old, perhaps born in 1872 or 1875 and at the prime of life – dapper, cool, looks like he has money. I like how his pants cuff falls onto the shoe. And now he is gone. Dead.
This period in time captured here and “alive” forever, yet everyone in the photo is gone.
This looks to be near Macy’s. Isn’t that the New York Herald in the back left?
I saw this ad on Facebook on some site that shows old ads. It brought back so many memories. My mother used to give us Chocks when we were kids. After all these years, this one ad made the memories come rushing back.
A while back, I saw an ad for a Fred Flintstone and Dino toy, and that brought back a floods of memories from playing with this at my grandmother’s house. I had seen the ad on Ebay and then a year or so later (just last month), I saw it at the Museum of the Moving Image in New York, along with all those long forgotten toys and items. That’s it below, Fred riding Dino. I can see it in my mind’s eye, on the floor, walking along, in front of the refrigerator at my grandmother’s house in Brooklyn.
Something that I collected a few years ago are those old Flintstone glasses. We used to have those when I was a kid. Welch’s Grape Jelly came in them and then when the jelly was gone, you had the glass.
I saw a bunch on Ebay and bought them from different people over a period of time I must have a couple of dozen now. I didn’t realize they were so small, about 4 inches tall, but my mother tells me that she liked them because they were small. She says they were perfect for small children.
I have one jar that still has the jelly in it! I bought it on Ebay, too. Originally it was 29 cents, the label is still on the jar. What happened was a lady in New England closed her small grocery store in 1965 and just left everything as is. Years later when someone bought the store and went in for the first time, it was a time capsule of 1965. And this jelly jar came from that.
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I watched an excellent documentary on Ben Bradlee on HBO the other night called “The Newspaperman: The Life and Times of Ben Bradlee.” You can stream it here.
Bradlee was the executive editor of The Washington Post from 1968 to 1991 and he is responsible for the Watergate take down of President Richard Nixon, along with reporters Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein.
The documenary shows how The Washington Post was the only newspapers covering the story and how he and his reporters were accused of false news back then. But the main gist that I took away was how glamorous his life was. He lived a long and charmed life, he passed away at age 93 in 2014.
He was born in Boston and lived that elegant New England lifestyle, later transported to his life in Long Island. He owned Grey Gardens for god’s sake. He lived a charmed life.
He was best friends with JFK and was a fixture at the White House back then.
The documentary shows his whole life in about an hour and a half and throughout the whole thing, you want to be Ben Bradlee.