A richly colored, sweetly aged, absolutely beautiful vintage map lush aqua, orange, cream and khaki from a 1939 Atlas. Definitely frameworthy, but wonderful for collage or altered art, too.
About 11" X 14"
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Rolled in almond paper, tied with a bow, and shipped securely in a mailing tube.
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Stories and Divnations
♥ Thank you to P for the following story!
"She always wore big, round pearl earrings, even in those long, languid days at her cottage. She always wore a dress and stockings and sensible shoes even when the mosquitoes were buzzing around in the evening. The cottage had rafters in all the bedrooms from which the daddy -long legs would leap ever so gracefully. I would hold my breath all night waiting for one of them to spin its way down to my face or into my nightie. There was no rest for me even though I was told over and over again that they were not, not spiders. The lake was so inviting with its sunlit sparkles under the soft blue sky. We would play all day, my cousin and I. I was always keeping a lookout for snakes if we ran through tall grasses. Snakes, they would say.....well, they are just little helpless garter snakes...might as well be a python in my mind.... And yet, they caught a rattle snake in the tool shed, and my dad put a rake around it. Terror stricken, even in my recalling the image, I don't know what the outcome was or where they put it....
I remember one late afternoon I was laying on the dock by myself just listening to the summer quiet and listening to the little splashing of the tiny waves washing up to shore under the dock. I felt like someone was near me, but of course no one was there. Actually I don't know where anyone was, so the summer quiet was all the more poignant. Suddenly, I looked down from where I was laying through the cracks in the old wooden slats and the biggest catfish I ever saw was a breath away, his whiskers reaching out to the little green weeds floating back and forth. i just stared at him. he frightened and fascinated me at the same time. I never realized that this image would stay with me forever....and why????
I spent so many afternoons being terrified of snakes and spiders it is amazing that I had so much glorious fun in the same time frame; catching little sunfish with breadcrumbs was as exciting as a huge bass later in life. When you would pull them up from the dazzling water, the colors would glisten like broken jewels in a bowl ...yellow, blue, green, gold… it was dazzling to the eye. My grandmother would clean them and fry them up in the iron skillet with butter and salt and pepper. How disgusting that seems to me now.. and yet my aunt and grandmother would say, why dear, fish are meant to be eaten...just enjoy them..
yet, the strange hypocrisy of adults were always a confusing challenge to my inquisitive mind . down by the dock, all alone and hoping I might bring back a big perch or trout, I snagged a huge frog instead, who had mistakenly thought my breadcrumb bait was a brioche, I went running back to the cottage with my prize... Look, look, what I caught.
What!!!!!!! How could you! How cruel! What were you thinking?????? COME, LET US TAKE THE HOOK FROM ITS LITTLE MOUTH!!!!! Now, run him back down to the lake and put him back in the water. Tsk. Tsk.Tsk - fish in the pan... snakes being hit with a shovel…flies being swatted, left and right. AND being stuck to sticky paper...no wonder I was confused... However, I developed a long-endurin love of frog legs with a nice dippin tartar sauce. I'll show them I guess.
The pinnacle of beauty at the cottage was taking the rowboat across the lake and trying to row as smoothly as possible not breaking any water and synchronizing the oars. Everything quiet and glittery and deep. I would row over to the quiet, lush field of water lilies, surrounded by huge blossoms and dark green, waxy leaves. I would try to pull up several, but their stems were strong and thick. I didn't know how to swim and there was no one near this little dark inlet. But the lilies were compelling with the bright yellow centers and I would struggle to pull them up into the faded blue rowboat. I wonder now why I was allowed to wander so aimlessly into deep waters. Since then, I have wandered into even deeper waters and struggled to keep breathing and stay afloat."
Stories and Divinations