Sepia Saturday

Exercising On The Beach (1935) The National Media Museum : Sepia Saturday 542, 17 October 2020

Each week Sepia Saturday challenges bloggers with a visual prompt. It’s a chance to dig through the archives and share a historical image or two, or three.

Currier & Ives, and John Cameron. The Water Jump. , ca. 1884. New York: Published by Currier & Ives. Photograph.
Horse in Motion, Jumping
. , ca. 1887. Photograph.
Harris & Ewing, photographer. Horses Jumping
. United States United States, 1928. Photograph.

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Source: Flickr Commons, Univ. of Illinois

Source: Flickr Commons, Univ. of Illinois

Source: Flickr Commons, Library of Congress, 1893

Source: Flickr Commons, Library of Congress, 1893

Source: Flickr Commons, National Library of Ireland

Source: Flickr Commons, National Library of Ireland

This week’s Sepia Saturday prompt made me think of pottery, one of my great loves. The top two images I’ve chosen have illustrations, which I think connect them with their eras in a particular way.

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Todays prompt made me think, “Where would I be found on a summer’s day, if I lived a century ago.”

I think I’d be somewhere like this before returning home for some tea and a good book.


Source: Flickr Commons, Library of Congress

So glad corsets went out of style. This pier’s in Belgium

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Take me out to the ball park, take me out to the game . . .

For many baseball is a centerpiece of summer. Even those who aren’t fans like myself, don’t mind an afternoon or night at the ballpark.

Baseball not only entertains today, but offers a slice of nostalgia. Here’s some I found on the Library of Congress‘ Flickr page.

Rube Alring, Philadelphia, LOC 1910s

Rube Aldring played in Philadelphia and New York.

George Sisler, LOC of 1910s

George Sisler played for St. Louis and was called “Gorgeous George” and “Gentleman George.”


Poem of the Week

To Waiting

by W. S. Merwin

You spend so much of your time
expecting to become
someone else
always someone
who will be different
someone to whom a moment
whatever moment it may be
at last has come
and who has been
met and transformed
into no longer being you
and so has forgotten you

meanwhile in your life
you hardly notice
the world around you
lights changing
sirens dying along the buildings
your eyes intent
on a sight you do not see yet
not yet there
as long as you
are only yourself

with whom as you
recall you were
never happy
to be left alone for long