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1930s - Vintage Michigan (♥ If you'd like another state and don't see it here, just ask! We have lots!!!)

A sweet, somewhat modified (all rights reserved) reproduction of a fun and funky little vintage map with smooth aqua and cream from a 1931 schoolbook. Definitely frameworthy, but wonderful for collage or altered art, too.

About 8" X 10"

Beautifully reproduced on thick, luxurious ivory paper.

♥ Arrives in a crystal clear resealable cellophane envelope with a matte board.

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(¸.·´ (¸.·´♥ To see more maps, fun handcrafted jewelry, vintage treats, one of a kind collage cards and more, click here:

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(¸.·´ (¸.·´♥Thank you to T for her story:

"There is a scene in Charlotte’s Web where the young girl suddenly becomes a love interest, seems grown up and starts having her own life. Even in forth grade, as we read the book in class, and after seeing the movie (I imagine, as a teacher now, that was Ms. Bochnicks’ way of starting her own summer vacation early)- that subtle backdrop story had more of an impact on me than all the web weaving words combined. I wondered if this summer would be the summer when I would be innocently walking around the country fair when a cute farm boy would fall in love with me (or, for that matter, the year when there would even be cute farm boys at the fair). It seemed like summer was the time when people secretly grew up, to come back to school the next year taller, having kissed a boy or even wearing a bra! Then that summer came and went, and all I had to show for it were scuffed up knees and some fire flies that I had trapped in jars. Twenty years later, in the middle of autumn, in the middle of downtown NYC, I did meet a cute boy who fell in love with me, however- and I’m buying these maps as bridesmaids gifts for the wedding! "

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(¸.·´ (¸.·´♥Thank you to C for her story!

"A first a most vivid memory of spring, that became something of an annual tradition in our house, was picking lilacs.

We had a house in Plymouth, Michigan that used to be a small orchard or what we would call now a "hobby" farm...we had grape vines, apple and pear trees and a whole deep bank of lilac bushes all across the back of the 1 acre lot.

They were double purple and double french white lilacs (I later learned), but when I was small I only knew that once a year they filled the whole yard with their amazing scent. Especially when it would rain, something about the rain and the coolness in the air would release the scent so strongly it was everywhere, you could almost taste it on your tongue!

I remember going out after a rain to "rescue" the lilacs...many times they were so heavy with blooms that the rain would make them droop and sometimes brake off, so we would rescue grate armfulls and bring them into the house. They didn't last long, but we loved them so much!

We used to try and distill the blooms into perfume, but usually just ended up with yucky water!

Ahh...the smell of lilacs after a rain..."

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(¸.·´ (¸.·´♥ A Big Thank you to P for her story: "My mother,well what can i say...she cooked occasionally ( with her black pillbox on ala Jackie....she slept in her slip (in case of fire)she had so many friends that we would go to visit on afternoons, it was an endless, dizzying array of experiences,,,,i guess i must have just hovered around in the wings like an understudy soaking up all the nuances of everyone's decor and aromas and styles of dress...i was a willing participant. there were blonds and brunettes and redheads....some with horrible curtains and doilies...some with absolutely ugly lighting...this always bothered me the most....well...because we were at the movies several times a week...and i much prefered the east coast decor to the midwest. after all, my mother took me to see "gone with the wind " when i was three and a half...I immediately fell in love with Vivien Leigh after she torn down those green velvet drapes and made herself that incredible gown..Really now, you would think i would fall for Clark Gable.but noooooooo. she took me to so many,many movies and most of them had clever,handsome women......all of whom were plotting something in gorgeous suits and breathtaking gowns and memorable shoes.....forget Manolo Blanic....he's small did she ever,my,maybe my little girl should not be seeing all these movies? my first movie memory is when my baba rolled and rolled down the cement floor of the movies on jefferson ave. across from Belle Isle in old could i have been????? with a baba and a pretty good memory...sorry, don't remember what was, I always felt like I was watching a different story depending on whose friend or relatives house we were at. all of the vignettes seemed to star my mother because she was very "high strung" as they used to say. My grandmother said it was because she was artistic...well, she could certainly shop and come up with incredible get-ups, all in technicolor,of time.....she took my big sisters' army check from her soldier husband and bought about 15 yards of this breathtaking white peau de soir and cut some for the mahogany dining table and put thick plate glass over it...the rest became two drapes for the windows overlooking the big oak tree in front of our apartment...our apartment,yes.....always apartments....some 12 or 13 apartments before i was six years dad was not there then,so maybe we had to keep moving,,,,I've often wondered... in one of these apartments, i was almost kidnapped,in another tried to smoke her friends cigarette when they went into the kitchen for a moment, in another i almost got on a bus with no underwear when she was taking me for a screen test....Oh my.....the tales i could tell if there was not this damn another apartment,we left the first night because she thought she saw a another when i asked to eat the whole carton of ice cream, she let me and i promptly threw another; i got a terrible scolding, because i poked pins in her hot water bottle..... i much preferred her wealthy friends. their homes were so interesting with nooks and crannies and hor d' oerves and lemonade on the mother told me always to take just one chocolate,which one of her friends always had on a tea way they wandered off, chit-chatting. I would look around like a terrorist and quickly snatch one from the under layer....and perhaps again if the fates smiled on me that day....she had a friend we called Uncle Louie,who became very sick.....he always wore dark grey pinstripe suits,a cane and spats...does anyone even know what "spats" are? he was just a soft-spoken gentleman whose son took everything he had when he became ill, so he stayed with us in our ( yes,yet another)apartment...well,they came and took him to the crazy house called Eloise Hospital way far housed mental patients,old people.and poor,poor one in the whole , big city ever wanted to end up in ELOISE hosp.........well, we were going to visit him on this Easter all the way out there to this grey, dismal place on a grey, dismal day... well, i didn't care, i had my chocolate bunny about 15 inches high. i was set for about a week of nibbling,rain or we get dressed for the drive,my mother turns to me,in her black pillbox hat and black pumps and says, "darlene, I think you should give Uncle Louie your chocolate rabbit...time eyes would not blink, there was stillness all around bunny?????? yes, it would be very nice for him to have some chocolate... it was done..... in the back seat of the car with everyone feeling so saintlike for visiting the old man, surely they would not notice me bending down quietly down nibbling the ears in teeny,tiny bites, ever so quietly so as not to rattle the celophane too much.when we got there, and passed by the long rows of beds, one filled with more anonymity than the previous, i began to feel a cloak of hot guilt creep over me(it;'s still there,actually)as we approached his bed...the ward attendants wore white shirts and white pants and seemed very foreboding and color....just white walls, white sheets,white uniforms.....well, that;s all i remember of that Easter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!that was just the beginning of remembering all the things my mother would give stuff mostly...she always knew a poor family or some equally strange need of someones.....there are so many more mom stories, but this is enough for now , for the first three or four years.....hope it's technicolor wherever you are now,Zeenie................."

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Michigan - Vintage Maps - 1930s Michigan - Michigania - A Fun and Funky Vintage Picture Map to Frame

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