Come With Me into the Sea

This wonderful mermaid drawing comes from a book from my fairytale collection. She is indeed lovely, a true siren.

I love mermaids, but in many stories of the sea, they 're rather dastardly. These beautiful creatures have been known to lure ships onto the rocks, to pull a sailor beneath the waves to suffocate him. There are even tales of stolen lovers and missing children.

Still, I tentatively choose to believe there are those among the merfolk, who love mankind and choose to be good to them.

The Ungrateful Enchanter

Here is another illustration from the fairytale Snow White and Rose Red, found in one of the books from my collection. The dwarf pictured here is really an evil enchanter, who's beard is caught in a tree. The two lovely sisters free the ungrateful little fellow, who then stomps off into the woods.

Later in the story the girls rescue and befriend a bear who is really a prince, under a spell cast by the dwarf. To make a long story short, eventually the bear-prince eats the evil little spell-caster and the enchantment is broken.

The artist's work is beautiful, and the details are exquisite. Enjoy!

Blue Daisies in her Hair -Postcard Friendship Friday

Here she is again--the little French Girl. I have made some inquiries, and so far, no luck on finding out who she was.

I have, however, discovered there are a lot of other people who are as intrigued with her, as I am. I found one woman who wants to write a book about the lives of these unknown Edwardian Children. Especially those children who came from Paris. But so far her efforts to discover who they were have been unsuccessful. Some people believe she was the daughter of a photographer, who's negatives and originals were destroyed during the bombings of WW2.

So, if anyone out there knows anything about this lovely young lady from Paris I would love to hear from you.

Happy Postcard Friendship  Friday!

Law of the Desert

I was perusing the books on the shelf of a local antique store, when I came upon a fascinating book from the 1920's. This picture was in the flyleaf.

I enjoy old books, especially those written around the turn of the century as this one was. The romance was set in the deserts of Arabia, and ends in tragedy on one side and enduring love on the other. 

The first time I saw this book I didn't buy it, because I like happy endings, and thought this one ended unhappily. I have had enough of tragedy in real life. Later on, I did buy the book, and realized there was a happy ending for the heroine and hero--but not for the black-hearted thief who tried to end their lives.

I just love old books from around the turn of the century!

Flowers Fair

This card is one I received when I was in my mid-20's. It is such a gorgeous card--the flowers look so real. If one turned away for a moment, these lovely blossoms might just sway in an unknown breeze.

Little Princess

Here is another postcard of the intriguing little French girl. Recently Jann posted two more photos she recognized as being the same small girl I have wondered about. This is my favorite of the two. (Thank you Jann!)

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There are so many of these postcards, all of the same little girl, in various poses. She has such a unique face, such a delightful, whimsical way about her. I continue to wonder who she was. If anyone out there knows, I'd love to hear from you!

Vintage Summer Beauty

Here is another postcard from my "cyber collection." A friend who knows I love photos of this little French girl, sent it my way.

Here you see she's a little more grown up. Her face is maturing, and her hair is done up, denoting young womanhood. I wonder what happened to her. I wonder about her life. I wonder who she was.

She reminds me of someone.

Happy Graduation, Son!

This card is from a collection my sister Clytie gave to me for my birthday! I love this artist's work. The children in these paintings have so much personality! This artist inspires me, as does the young man who is graduating today.

I'm posting this card to honor my son. Today he walks across the stage to accept his diploma. He has worked so hard to get to this point, and it has not been easy for him. I am VERY proud to be his Mom.

Seems just yesterday he was a chubby newborn, with such sparkling eyes and that ready grin. He still has the sparkle and the grin!

But that tiny boy I held in my arms now towers over me at six foot four! What a wonderful young man he is. What possibilities he holds in his hands, with his whole life stretched out in front of him.

I Love My Rug -Postcard Friendship Friday

The beauteous lady is truly lovely, and seems to have great affection for that bearskin rug she's leaning against. If you enlarge the picture, you can see the look on her face belies the body language of her pose. In fact, the expression on her face is a little unsettling. (Eeek!)

Somehow, though, something about this postcard makes me laugh. I don't know what it is, except the title I Love My Rug totally fits! (grin)

Happy Postcard Friendship Friday!

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Woman in a Window

I adore this lovely illustration from over 100 years ago, found in an ancient book on Friendship.

This young woman's graceful pose as she picks flowers for her home, the beauty and detail of the window glass, give this scene a sweet realism.

When I peruse pictures like these--I become homesick for what our Grammie used to call, "the good old days."

This illustration also reminds me of one of the most expressive writers I've come across in recent days--Erin, of Woman in a Window.