The Bonnet, and The Thoroughbred BNSF 742 leads the way on a southbound grainer, rounding the curve in Crittenden, KY
B-Boat Bonnets St. Paul, MN
YSCB ACT Policing Ford Territory 28/03/2010 Type: Ford SY series Territory TX AWD
Rego: YFZ47U (ACT) Australia
Operator: Australian Federal Police, Australian Capital Territory (ACT) Policing.
Location: Canberra Airport - Fairburn RAAF Base - YSCB
Date: 28/03/2010
Notes: Canberra Airport Open Day 2010.
Note the ballistic protection vests being displayed on the bonnet of the vehicle. This was part of a public engagement display at the airport open day.
Thank you for your service.
YSCB ACT Policing Hyundai Accent 28/03/2010 Type: Hyundai Accent
Rego: KENNY (ACT)
Operator: Australian Federal Police, Australian Capital Territory (ACT) Policing.
Location: Canberra Airport - Fairburn RAAF Base - YSCB
Date: 28/03/2010
Notes: Canberra Airport Open Day 2010.
Note the ballistic protection vests being displayed on the bonnet of the vehicle. This was part of a public engagement display at the airport open day.
The vehicle is used by the Constable Kenny Koala child safety education program. This is a school-based program that has been running since 1975 and educates more than 20,000 children each year.
Thank you for your service.
Mycena_3004 In truth I didn't find many fungi this season. I think the rain didn't come at the right time but here a few bonnets hung out in an old hornbeam to provide a cascade of fruits 🙂
376 Trabant P601 Limousine (1964) EBY 789 B Trabant 601Univeral (1963-91) Engine 594 cc 2 stroke Production 3,096,099
Registration Number EBY 789 B (Registered upon importation, on an age related number originally allocated for issue from Croydon)
TRABANT ALBUM
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A product of East Germany during the Communist era and built by VEB Sachsennring Automobilwerk in Sachsen. Exported widely throughout the Communist bloc countries.
There have been four variants the P50 of 500cc (1957-62) the 600 1962-64 This 601 (1963-91) and the 1.1 (1990-91) with a Volkswagen four stroke 1043 cc engine.
Construction is on a steel monocoque chassis with boot lid, bonnet, bumpers and doors in Duroplast a plastic composite containing resin strengthened by wool or cotton. the car has no fuel pump so the tank is placed high in the engine compartment to allow gravity feed to the carburettor
The twin cylinder two stroke engine is air cooled
Affectionately known as the Trabbie the Trabant 601 was available as a 2 door Saloon (Limousine) a 2 door Estate (Universal) or a doorless ATV (Tramp)
Diolch am 88,958,695 o olygfeydd anhygoel, mae pob un yn cael ei werthfawrogi'n fawr.
Thanks for 88,958,605 amazing views, every one is greatly appreciated.
Shot 10.10.2021 at Bicester Scramble, Bicester, Oxon. Ref. 122-376
Les parapluies consacrés à Monet des commerçants de la rue Massacre, Rouen, Seine-Maritime, Normandie, France La rue Massacre possède un charme certain, avec ses parapluies suspendus (ou ses étoiles) à certaines périodes de l’année, ses petites boutiques, et sa proximité avec le Gros horloge. Un cadre qui dénote complètement avec le nom qu’elle porte, ce qui interroge : pourquoi porte-t-elle cette dénomination si rude, alors qu’elle compte parmi les rues les plus jolies de la ville ?
Contrairement à ce que les gens peuvent penser, il ne s’agit pas de ‘massacres’ d’humains, mais d’animaux. En effet, la rue Massacre fut pendant plusieurs siècle la rue de la corporation des bouchers. D’autres rues portent un héritage similaire : la rue Ganterie, où s’étaient installés les gantiers, la rue des Bonnetiers, où l’on achetait des bonnets… Et il y a bien sûr la rue des Boucheries-Saint-Ouen. »
Rue Massacre has a certain charm, with its hanging umbrellas (or stars) at certain times of the year, its small shops, and its proximity to the Gros Horloge. A setting that completely denotes the name it bears, which raises the question: why does it have such a harsh name, when it is among the prettiest streets in the city? Contrary to what people may think, these are not ‘massacres’ of humans, but of animals. Indeed, Rue Massacre was for several centuries the street of the butchers' corporation. Other streets bear a similar heritage: rue Ganterie, where the glove makers were established, rue des Bonnetiers, where bonnets were bought… And there is of course rue des Boucheries-Saint-Ouen. »
Freight Bonnet Blues There were 2 I165s that traversed the CSX system recently with 4 GP35us per, all of ATSF heritage, all bound for a short line, and all marked for Larry's. Out of all 8 GP35us that I shot, this one was the only one with a fully in-tact side logo.
NYE 390 Circa 1940's Mobile Crane, Commer cab added later. Coles crane on a Thornycroft Amazon or Austin K6 chassis. Cap on rad. suggests its a Thorny. but is the bonnet long enough? Dumped behind garage at Upton upon Severn 54179561386_cd35e56d64_b
NYE 390 Circa 1940@s Mobile Crane, Commer cab added later. Coles crane on a Thornycroft Amazon or Austin K6 chassis. Cap on rad. suggests its a Thorny. but is the bonnet long enough? Dumped behind garage at Upton upon Severn 54179999945_c50252a4b7_b
Tesla A Tesla bonnet abstract.
Ferrari bonnet abstract I didn't make a note at the time but this is either a 550 Maranello or a Superamerica 575.
Joyeux Noël - Rencontre entre enfants et biche dans une forêt enneigée - 1933 Présentation détaillée de la carte :
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Album cartes postales de Noël :
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Last of the Hurst Woods fungus forays for 2024. Bonnets 54178535026_eeda26e488_b
Pine-cone bonnet (Mycena seynii) 54178155123_dfce319dd5_b
BNSF 711 West “Oh Thank Heaven”
Despite my poor choice of words, BNSF bonnet 711 leads the Tulsa to Amarillo South Yard manifest past the Tyson Beef plant in St Francis
Bluebonnet (Northiella haematogaster haematogaster) Lascelles, Vic
Bonnet Carre Spillway Perspective Bonnet Carre Spillway between Norco and Montz, Louisiana. Flood Control structure for the Mississippi River in St. Charles Parish.
Lacking 6th plate daguerreotype I found antiquing over the holiday weekend. Not the best example by any means it hasn't faired the best over the years and I don't think it was the photographers best work when it was made either. But regardless it was her likeness that survived all these years and has now been rescued from the dusty case with other items piled on top where you couldn't even see her. She will have a place with the rest and for all to see her on the internet.
RM 871 after arrival on Victoria Embankment The pleasant late afternoon of Sunday 1st December 2024 sees London Bus 4 Hire's rebuilt former Stagecoach London Dartmaster RM 871 shortly after its arrival at the coach stop on Victoria Embankment close to Embankment Underground station with the vehicle shortly about to commence its operation on the T2 Christmas Lights & Bites sightseeing tour around central London and the City. RM 871 was painted into this striking and attractive Union Jack-style livery in early November 2024 following the rebuilding of its front end and bonnet after a low-speed accident with the rear end of an RATP London Transit electric bus on route C3 whilst RM 871 was running out of service along St John's Hill in Clapham Junction in late 2022.
Helmling im Dezember bonnets
Fockus-Stacking von 20 Aufnahmen mit f/2.8
MATCHBOX 2016 CHEVROLET CAMARO MK6 CONVERTIBLE NO22 1/64 I bought a LOT of Matchbox at various Action discount stores in France back in 2023 and did the same this year. They are much cheaper and newer than the UK though the only thing is since this year they aren't in Power Grabs boxes anymore!
Case K was the batch I found the most numerous which was handy as not surprisingly it was a mix which completely skipped here. Despite hoovering up indecent amounts of the Harry Potter Ford Anglia I only encountered small amounts of this newly recoloured 2016 Chevrolet Camaro Convertible.
Looking as reassuringly stock as ever in a stunning metallic blue finish and contrasting white bonnet/hood stripes, the only issue is those said stripes come at the expense of rear detailing.
Mint and boxed.
BISTO - 1935 Food Bisto 'For Tempting Hashes'
a poster by Will Owen. 1935
Lilac bonnet (Mycena pura) 54176057943_10616f63c2_b
Christmas is Just Around the Corner, Really Cavendish Mews is a smart set of flats in Mayfair where flapper and modern woman, the Honourable Lettice Chetwynd has set up home after coming of age and gaining her allowance. To supplement her already generous allowance, and to break away from dependence upon her family, Lettice has established herself as a society interior designer, so her flat is decorated with a mixture of elegant antique Georgian pieces and modern Art Deco furnishings, using it as a showroom for what she can offer to her well heeled clients.
Today however we are not at Cavendish Mews. Instead, we are just a short distance away in London’s busy shopping precinct on Oxford Street, where amidst the throng of London’s middle-class housewives and upper-class ladies shopping for amusement, two maids – Edith who is Lettice’s maid and her best friend Hilda who is the maid for Lettice’s friends Margot and Dickie Channon - are enjoying the pleasures of window shopping under the wide canvas awnings of Selfridges on their day off. The usually busy footpath outside the enormous department store with London’s biggest plate glass windows seems even busier today as the noisily chattering crowds are swelled by visitors who have come in from the outer suburbs of London and the surrounding counties which are slowly being enveloped into the heaving, expanding metropolis to do a little bit of early Christmas shopping. However the two maids don’t mind, as the noisy burbling crowds around them and the awnings above them help protect them from the wintery wind as it blows down Oxford Street, wending its way around chugging auto busses, noisy belching automobiles and horse drawn carts that choke the busy thoroughfare. Already Edith is noticing that the shops are busier than usual, and even though Christmas is still a good few weeks away, there are signs of Christmas cheer with bright and gaudy tinsel garlands and stars cut from metallic paper hanging in shop windows and gracing shop counters. Around them, the vociferous collective chatter of shoppers mixes with the sound of noisy automobiles and chugging double decker busses as they trundle along Oxford Street.
The pair meander in front of a window which is crowded with clusters of small children with their noses pressed to the glass, their harried mothers or frustrated nannies trying desperately to get them to come away. Peering over the top of the children’s heads, they see it is a window full of wonderful toys: teddy bears*, tin soldiers, brightly painted wooden castles and forts, games, blocks and books.
“I’ve just thought of something! Come on, Hilda!” Edith says to her friend. “Let’s go inside.”
“Oh no!” Hilda bemoans. “Not to the Selfridges toy department again, Edith! Remember the last time we went in there in the lead up to Christmas? It will bedlam!”
As if on cue, a little girl in a cream knitted pixie bonnet** and matching cardigan releases a piercing shriek of protest as she is drawn away from Selfridges toy filled window by her rangy black clad nanny who mutters something about no nonsense as she does.
“No, silly!” Edith replies. “The book department. I think they will have a wider range of children’s books in the book department.”
“Well, only if it isn’t full of nasty little jam grabbers!” Hilda replies cautiously, looking askance at the children around her. “If it is, I’m leaving you and heading straight for the perfumery.”
“Alright Hilda.” Edith giggles, her pert nose curling slightly upwards as she does. “Come on.”
The pair enter Selfridge’s grand department store by one of the three revolving doors and are immediately enveloped by the wonderful scent of dozens of perfumes from the nearby perfumery counters.
“Couldn’t we just visit the perfumery first?” Hilda asks.
“You’re every bit as bad as the children you moan about, Hilda! I promise we’ll come back here after we’ve visited the book department.” Edith insists.
“Oh, alright Edith!” Hilda sighs.
“Think of it as a reward for coming with me.” Edith winks cheekily at Hilda and leads her towards the banks of lifts with their smart liveried female lift attendants***.
Stepping out onto the floor for the book department, Hilda breathes a sigh of relief, for unlike she imagines the toy department to be, the space is quiet and well ordered. As she and Edith walk towards the main body of the department, away from the central balconied atrium, she shudders as a high pitched scream of a child echoes from the toy department several storeys above and pierces her consciousness.
“Come on, old thing,” Edith says comfortingly, wrapping her arm through her best friend’s. “I promise I won’t force you to go up to the toy department.”
“Just as well I trust you, Edith.” Hilda replies squeezing her friend’s hand in return.
“Anyway,” Edith goes on with a broad smile. “I thought with your love of reading, you’d enjoy the book department more.”
“And you’d be right!” Hilda chortles.
The two young women walk along the thickly carpeted aisles. Around them stand sturdy shelves of all sizes covered in books, magazines, newspapers and periodicals. Some only stand as high as shoulder height, with shelves tilted slightly upwards from waist height, allowing easier access to titles for customers, whilst other shelves are much higher with rows of spines, or on some shelves the covers of the books on display. Central tables are weighed down with the latest novels like E. M. Forster’s ‘A Passage to India’****, ‘The Deductions of Colonel Gore’***** by Lynn Brock and Edith Wharton’s ‘Old New York’******, stacked in piles like precarious houses or cards. More valuable and larger books full of beautifully printed lithographs sit open on wide shelves inside glass fronted and topped cabinets, allowing customers the ability to peruse before asking to see them properly. Tops of cabinets share space with more novels and the occasional potted aspidistra, and small chairs and stools are discreetly secreted amongst the shelves and tables, allowing a customer to stop, sit and read a little of title before deciding whether to purchase it or not. Cosy and comfortable, the books muffle the burbling sounds of the departments beyond them and the whole space is flooded with light from lamps above, and through the large frosted glass windows that face out onto Oxford Street, making the Selfridges book department a very pleasant pace to shop.
“I thought you were a convert to a bookshop in Charring Cross that Miss Lettice frequents.” Hilda remarks, pausing and picking up a copy of ‘The Man in the Brown Suit’******* by Agatha Christie, and perusing the cover which shows a stylishly dressed woman in a fur trimmed green coat and matching cloche observing a man in an orange suit and a railway conductor looking for signs of life in what she can only assume to be the man mentioned in the title on the edge of an underground railway platform. She deposits the title back as Edith tugs at her arm, encouraging her to continue their exploration of the shelves, cabinets and tables around them.
“Whilst Mr. Mayhew******** does a splendid job of supplying copies of Agatha Christie novels with slightly soiled covers at a discounted rate for me to give to Dad, I don’t think he stocks the kind of book I want today.”
“What are you looking for, anyway, Edith?”
“I told you before, children’s books, Hilda.”
“Yes, but what kind of children’s books? Adventure books? Picture books?”
“I’ll know them when I see them.” Edith says excitedly. “Come on!”
“Who are you buying them for?” Hilda asks. “You don’t know any children that I know of.”
“They are for…” Edith pauses mid-sentence and thinks before she speaks. Having become a good friend of Lettice’s charwoman*********, Mrs. Boothby, she has had the rare pleasure of meeting the old Cockney woman’s son, Ken, a forty-four year old man who is a simple and gentle giant with the aptitude of a six year old. Mrs. Boothby’s words ring in her ears about how it is easier for her not to mention that she has a son, not because she is ashamed of him, but because not everyone would understand her wanting to keep and raise a child with such difficulties. She knows that for all her love of gossip, in this matter Mrs. Boothby requires the utmost discretion and has been brave in taking Edith into her into her confidence by introducing her to Ken. Even though she knows that Hilda is every bit as discreet and trustworthy as she is, Edith cannot let it slip who the books are for. “For Mrs. Boothby’s grandchildren.” Edith fabricates. “Remember, Hilda? I bought them some Beatrix Potter books two Christmases ago.”
“Oh yes: I remember!” Hilda replies. “How could I forget that trip upstairs?” She casts her eyes to the white painted plaster ceiling above, imaging the horrors of the toy department crowded with excited children in toy heaven escorted by their frazzled parents. She pauses. “You know, even though I’m sure she shares confidences with me that she shares with you, Edith, Mrs. Boothby never talks about her family around me.” She stops, unlinks her arm from Edith’s and places her hands on her hips. “And nor has she ever invited me to her house for a slap-up tea!”
“There’s no need to get jealous, Hilda.” Edith replies calmly. “It’s hardly tea with Queen Mary.” she deflects. “It’s just a bit of toast and jam in Mrs. Boothby’s tiny two room tenement. It’s basic and clean, which is certainly more than can be said for the street outside.” She then adds to further discourage Hilda from pursuing the matter, “And she does go on and on and on about her grandchildren. You know what she’s like.”
“Oh yes,” Hilda agrees, her stance and facial expression softening into neutrality. “She can talk ‘till the cows come home**********, can old Mrs. Boothby.”
“Especially when she’s gossiping.” Edith laughs.
Edith feels pangs of guilt, not telling the truth to her best friend, but she assuages the feeling, knowing that it is being done for the greater good. She makes a mental note to make a point of telling Mrs. Boothby how trustworthy Hilda is, and what a good keeper of secrets she is, the next time she is at Cavendish Mews.
Edith continues to peruse the shelves until she finally comes across the children’s section.
“Here we are!” Edith says, spying a beautiful arrangement of colourful books on a round table in the middle of a brightly woven rug. “This is the sort of thing I’m after! Something colourful and bright, and not what you might see in Poplar.”
In front of them stand a selection of beautifully illustrated books by Walter Crane***********. A selection of folk and faerie tales stand alongside an alphabet book, a painting book and various others. All have colourful covers with elegant graphics on them.
“Oh! I remember these!” Hilda gasps, following her friend. “Mum used to bring them home from the library for my sisters and brothers and me when we were all little. They were called Toy Books************. Mum taught us our letters from this one.” She takes up ‘An Alphabet of Old Friends’ and cradles it in her arms. “I doubt any poor child in Poplar would have books as pretty as these: poor mites!”
“All the more reason to buy one then. Just look at the lovely illustrations!” Edith enthuses as she opens a copy of ‘The Frog Prince’ and sees a double page illustration of the little green hero of the story sitting on a fine damask tablecloth before the princess dressed in gold. Her father the king sists at the head of the table and scolds his daughter for making a promise to the frog that she didn’t intend to keep. The colours are bright and jewel like and the designs rich with interesting patterns and designs. “I wonder which one he… err they, would like?” Edith ponders aloud as she puts down ‘The Frog Prince’ and takes up a copy of ‘Beauty and the Beast’.
“I’m sure her grandchildren would be happy to have any of them, Edith.” Hilda remarks. “I know I would if I were a young child this book was made for.”
Edith doesn’t reply, keeping her silence about for whom the children’s picture book is really for.
“What about this one?” Hilda picks up ‘Walter Crane’s Painting Book’. “They could paint the pictures.” she suggests as she flicks through the pages where Walter Crane’s detailed illustrations are simply line drawings, allowing a child to paint the colours for themselves to match the complete matching colour illustrations printed on the opposite page. “I’m sure Mrs. Boothby could find them some watercolours, or better yet, you could buy them some, Edith.”
“It’s a lovely idea Edith, but he… err… they aren’t really painters.”
“How queer they sound!” Hilda exclaims. “Not like painting? When we were children, my sisters and I used to be mad about painting.”
“Well not everyone’s an artist like you are, Hilda.” Edith remarks in reply.
“I bet they really do like to paint,” Hilda goes on. “Only Mrs. Boothby is so used to cleaning for others, that she wants to keep her own house spic-and-span.”
“Well, she does like to keep her house tidy.” Edith agrees. “She calls it a clean haven from the outside world, and she isn’t half wrong. But I don’t think she would stop them painting, if that’s what they wanted to do. She loves children, even ones that aren’t her own kin.”
Edith looks at a few more of the titles, admiring the finely printed illustrations before finally settling upon one.
“I loved the story of ‘Beauty and the Beast’ when I was a girl.” Edith remarks. “Such a happy ending,” Her voice takes on a wistful air as she continues, “And proof that there is a handsome prince behind even the most unlikely of beasts.”
“Well, it’s a good lesson to teach children.” Hilda opines.
“Yes! I’ll buy this one.” Edith decides. She picks it up and cradles it to her chest lovingly. “It will make a lovely Christmas gift!”
“That’s very good of you, Edith.” Hilda acknowledges.
“Oh, it’s the least I can do Hilda. Mrs. Boothby’s become such a good friend to me since we first met. She was genuinely happy for me when I told her that I received an increase to my wages, and yet I bet you she didn’t get an increase from Miss Lettice for all the hard graft she does around Cavendish Mews.”
“And she works jolly hard for every penny she earns, too.” Hilda adds.
“That she does, so if I can bring her grandchildren some cheer this Christmas, I’ll be only too happy.”
“You put me to shame, Edith.” Hilda says guiltily.
“What are you talking about, Hilda?”
“Well, you’re so generous, thinking of others this Christmas.”
“Oh! You’re doing your bit for the less fortunate this Christmas, aren’t you Hilda? You’re knitting for Mrs. Minkin’s knitting circle’s Christmas drive for the needy.”
“Pshaw!” Hilda scoffs. “I don’t know how grateful the poor of Poplar and Whitechapel will be to have one of my knitted pairs of socks or scarves, not when you compare it to the knitting done by Mrs. Minkin, Miss Woolencroft, old Ma Badel or Mrs. Minkin’s lovely young nice, Katya Levi. Now she can knit beautifully, can Kayta! It must run though Mrs. Minkin’s family.”
“I’m sure that whatever the poor of Poplar and Whitechapel receive thanks to your knitting group’s industry will be gratefully received, Hilda, and that includes your contributions.”
“With the stitches I drop, there are a few small holes in a few pairs of socks, even before they’re worn, and my lack of tension control does mean my scarves are a bit…” Hilda pauses to think of the right word. “Uneven.”
“Well, dropped stitches and slight differences in tension or not, you’re still helping those who can’t help themselves this Christmas, and I’m sure they’ll be very grateful, Hilda.” Edith insists with a broad smile.
“I suppose so.” Hilda mutters, hanging her head.
“I know so, Hilda,” Edith replies encouragingly, giving her friend a friendly squeeze of the forearm. “Your knitting is getting better and better, the more you practice. Just remember that not that long ago, you couldn’t knit at all. Now look at you: knitting socks and scarves! I hope you’ve knitted me a Christmas present Hilda.”
Hilda blushes as she replies, “I have. I only hope that you’ll like it.”
“I shall love it, Hilda!”
“Even with a dropped stitch or two?” Hilda asks doubtfully.
“Most definitely, Hilda! It will be original that way.” Edith adds brightly. “No-one else will have what I have with stitches dropped in the same place.”
“You’re far to kind to me, Edith.”
“Seriously though, Hilda, I know I will love it, because you will have made it for me with love.” Edith enthuses. “Be proud of what you’ve achieved and how far you’ve come with your knitting.”
“Thank you, Edith!” Hilda gives her friend a grateful hug, which is reciprocated by Edith. “You’re the best friend a girl ever had, you know.”
“Well then, you must be the best friend I’ll ever have, because I know you’d do the same to buck me up when I’m feeling low.”
“You never have low spirits, Edith.”
“Well,” Edith ponders. “You always make sure that you include me in your intellectual conversations you have with Frank, and you explain things to me that I don’t understand in such a way that I don’t feel ignorant or stupid.”
“You aren’t ignorant, or stupid, Edith!” Hilda bursts. “You’re very smart.”
“Well, I don’t feel quite as smart as I think I should be sometimes, stepping out with a man as intelligent as Frank is. But you’ve helped me learn about things that are important to him, like labour rights and things of that sort. So, you help me too, just as I help you.”
“Alright Edith!” Hilda demurs, smiling broadly as she does. “I agree. I help you, and you help me, in equal measures, in different ways.”
“That’s it, Hilda!”
“Come on then, Edith. Best you buy that book for Mrs. Boothby’s grandchildren before someone else comes along and buys it.”
“You’re right Hilda!” Edith giggles.
“You’ll make their Christmas with that.” Hilda nods at the book, still clutched to Edith’s chest.
“I hope so.” Edith replies quietly, smiling shyly, thinking of Ken’s gormless grin when he sees her and imagining him giggling in delight and wonder at the beautiful illustrations in the book she now holds.
The pair of young women wend their way through the aisles of books again to the glass topped counter in front of a large mahogany shelf full of books
“May I help you, Miss?” asks a young shopgirl next to the register, who smiles at them cheerfully, her simple black moiré dress brightened with a pretty scarf featuring bright Art Deco patterns from the accessories department downstairs, and her rich chestnut coloured hair set in glossy and cascading, fashionable Marcel waves*************.
“How much is this, please?” Edith asks.
“Three and six, Miss.” the shopgirl replies with a smile, showing off her perfect pearly teeth as she glances at the book in Edith’s hands.
“A bit more than the sixpence they used to cost.” Hilda whispers in Edith’s ear. “Or free on loan from the library, like my Mum got them. You’ll spoil those grandchildren of Mrs. Boothby’s.”
“I hope so, Hilda.” Edith replies quietly as she blushes.
“A lovely gift for birthday, or perhaps for Christmas, if I may say so, Miss.” the shop girl says cheerfully. “It’s good to get in and do a spot of early Christmas shopping.”
“That’s the idea.” Edith replies, smiling pleasurably as she hands the book over to the girl behind the counter and fishes out her purse from her green leather handbag.
“The shops down Oxford Street are already starting to get busier, now that it’s December.” the shop girl goes on brightly. “People are suddenly realising that Christmas is just around the corner, really.”
*Developed apparently simultaneously by toymakers Morris Michtom in America and Richard Steiff under his aunt Margarete Steiff's company in Germany in the early Twentieth Century, the teddy bear, purportedly named after American President Theodore Roosevelt, became a popular children's toy very quickly, and by 1922 when this story is set, a staple of many children’s nursery toys.
**A pixie bonnet is a knitted bonnet usually worn by babies and small children which covers the whole of their head and is fastened under the chin. Adapted from more traditional styles of baby bonnets and introduced in the early 1920s, they quickly became popular with parents as suitable headwear for their young children as they protected the heads of babies with little to no hair from the cold, and were easily made using knitting patterns distributed through women’s periodicals.
***Harry Gordon Selfridge believed in women’s emancipation. When the Great War broke out in 1914 and many of his male lift attendants went off to fight, he allowed women to fill their roles, as well as many other roles formerly filled by men in his department store. When hostilities with Germany ended in 1918, many young men didn’t return, having made the ultimate sacrifice for King and country, which meant a scarcity of men. The female lift attendants had proven so popular during the war years that Harry Gordon Selfridge made them a permanent fixture in his department store, much to the shock of many shoppers. However, like most things, he used his choice to his advantage, advertising not only its uniqueness in the department stores along Oxford and Regent Streets, but also wooing the millions of emancipated women who were happy to shop under the roof of such an enlightened man in what was then a very patriarchal society dominated by men. By the 1924 when this story is set, his female lift attendants wore a smart livery of frock coats, breeches and caps in Selfridges colours.
****A Passage to India is a 1924 novel by English author E. M. Forster set against the backdrop of the British Raj and the Indian independence movement in the 1920s. It won the 1924 James Tait Black Memorial Prize for fiction. The story revolves around four characters: Dr. Aziz, his British friend Mr. Cyril Fielding, Mrs. Moore, and Miss Adela Quested. During a trip to the fictitious Marabar Caves (modelled on the Barabar Caves of Bihar), Adela thinks she finds herself alone with Dr. Aziz in one of the caves (when in fact he is in an entirely different cave; whether the attacker is real or a reaction to the cave is ambiguous), and subsequently panics and flees; it is assumed that Dr. Aziz has attempted to assault her. Aziz's trial, and its run-up and aftermath, bring to a boil the common racial tensions and prejudices between Indians and the British during the colonial era.
*****The Deductions of Colonel Gore is a 1924 detective novel by the Irish-born writer Lynn Brock. It was the first in his series of seven novels featuring the character of Colonel Wyckham Gore. Gore enjoyed popularity during the early stages of the Golden Age of Detective Fiction. t was also published under the alternative title ‘The Barrington Mystery’. Colonel Gore gives a Masai knife as a wedding present to Barbara Lethbridge. When he returns to England the following year he finds she stands accused or murder, as the knife has been plunged into a blackmailer Barrington with whom she is involved. Against his better instincts Gore takes on the role of amateur detective in order to clear her name.
******‘Old New York’ is a collection of four novellas by Edith Wharton, revolving around upper-class New York City society in the 1840s, 1850s, 1860s, and 1870s. The novellas are not directly interconnected, though certain fictional characters appear in more than one story. The New York of these stories is the same as the New York of ‘The Age of Innocence” (which had been successfully published in 1920), from which several fictional characters have spilled over into these stories. The observation of the manners and morals of Nineteenth Century New York upper-class society is directly reminiscent of ‘The Age of Innocence’, but these novellas are shaped more as character studies than as a full-blown novel. Some characters who overlap among these four stories and ‘The Age of Innocence’: Mrs. (Catherine) Manson Mingott, Sillerton Jackson, Mrs. Lemuel Struthers, Henry Van der Luyden. Other families and institutions also appear in more than one place among this extended set of New York stories.
******* ‘The Man in the Brown Suit’ is a work of detective fiction by British writer Agatha Christie, first published in the UK by The Bodley Head on 22 August 1924 and in the US by Dodd, Mead and Company later in the same year. The character Colonel Race is introduced in this novel. Anne Beddingfeld is on her own and ready for adventures when one comes her way. She sees a man die in a tube station and picks up a piece of paper dropped nearby. The message on the paper leads her to South Africa as she fits more pieces of the puzzle together about the death she witnessed. There is a murder in England the next day, and the murderer attempts to kill her on the ship en route to Cape Town.
********A. H. Mayhew was once one of many bookshops located in London’s Charring Cross Road, an area still famous today for its bookshops, perhaps most famously written about by American authoress Helene Hanff who wrote ’84, Charing Cross Road’, which later became a play and then a 1987 film starring Anne Bancroft and Anthony Hopkins. Number 56. Charing Cross Road was the home of Mayhew’s second-hand and rare bookshop. Closed after the war, their premises is now the home of Any Amount of Books bookshop.
*********A charwoman, chargirl, or char, jokingly charlady, is an old-fashioned occupational term, referring to a paid part-time worker who comes into a house or other building to clean it for a few hours of a day or week, as opposed to a maid, who usually lives as part of the household within the structure of domestic service. In the 1920s, chars usually did all the hard graft work that paid live-in domestics would no longer do as they looked for excuses to leave domestic service for better paying work in offices and factories.
**********Meaning for a long time, the origin of the phrase “till the cows come home” comes from the practice of cows returning to their shelters at some indefinite point, usually at a slow, languid pace.
***********Walter Crane was an English artist and book illustrator. He is considered to be the most influential, and among the most prolific, children's book creators of his generation and, along with Randolph Caldecott and Kate Greenaway, one of the strongest contributors to the child's nursery motif that the genre of English children's illustrated literature would exhibit in its developmental stages in the later Nineteenth Century. Crane's work featured some of the more colourful and detailed beginnings of the child-in-the-garden motifs that would characterize many nursery rhymes and children's stories for decades to come. He was part of the Arts and Crafts movement and produced an array of paintings, illustrations, children's books, ceramic tiles, wallpapers and other decorative arts. Crane is also remembered for his creation of a number of iconic images associated with the international socialist movement.
************In 1863, the engraver and printer Edmund Evans commissioned Walter Crane to produce a set of designs for a potential book series. This was the period of greater mechanisation in publishing, and that this was often used as an excuse to neglect design. Walter Crane wrote: “The books for babies, current at that time (about 1865 to 1870) of the cheaper sort called toy books were not very inspiriting. These were generally careless and unimaginative woodcuts, very casually coloured by hand, dabs of pink and emerald green being laid on across faces with a somewhat reckless aim.” Edmund Evans believed paper picture books could be greatly improved and still sold for sixpence if printed in sufficient quantity. Walter Crane and Edmund Evans gradually transformed the toy book into a sophisticated art form using a variety of technical, intellectual and aesthetic means. Advances in the use of wood engravings for colour printing made it possible for Evans to accurately print Crane’s designs in a wide range of sophisticated colours. Crane’s designs were printed by Evans for the publisher Frederick Warne in a Sixpenny Toybook series, bound in pale yellow rather than white. In 1867 Crane began designing toy books for George Routledge. Over the next ten years, he illustrated thirty-seven of these toy books, which would become the most popular children’s books of the day.
*************Marcelling is a hair styling technique in which hot curling tongs are used to induce a curl into the hair. Its appearance was similar to that of a finger wave but it is created using a different method. Marcelled hair was a popular style for women's hair in the 1920s, often in conjunction with a bob cut. For those women who had longer hair, it was common to tie the hair at the nape of the neck and pin it above the ear with a stylish hair pin or flower. One famous wearer was American entertainer, Josephine Baker.
These books might be the kind of children’s book you may like to give someone you love for Christmas, but if you do, they may need a magnifying glass, for these are all artisan pieces as part of my extensive 1:12 miniatures collection.
Fun things to look for in this tableau include:
The books on display here, and in the shelves behind are all 1:12 size miniatures made by the British miniature artisan Ken Blythe. Most of the books I own that he has made may be opened to reveal authentic printed interiors. In some cases, you can even read the words, depending upon the size of the print! I have quite a large representation of Ken Blythe’s work in my collection, but so little of his real artistry is seen because the books that he specialised in making are usually closed, sitting on shelves or closed on desks and table surfaces. In this case, this selection of books designed by the prolific children’s illustrator, Walter Crane and two (Abroad and London Town) by this father Thomas Crane. I bought these on purpose because I have loved Walter Crane’s and Thomas Crane’s work ever since I was a child, and I have real life-size first editions of many of these books including, Abroad, London Town, A Masque of Days, Beauty and the Beast, the Hind in the Wood, Cinderella’s Picture Book and The Frog Prince, the latter of which stands open, showing an illustration from the book. What might amaze you is that all Ken Blythe’s opening books are authentically replicated 1:12 scale miniatures of real volumes. To create something so authentic to the original in such detail and so clearly, really does make them all miniature artisan pieces. Ken Blythe’s work is highly sought after by miniaturists around the world today and command high prices at auction for such tiny pieces, particularly now that he is no longer alive. I was fortunate enough to acquire pieces from Ken Blythe prior to his death about four years ago, as well as through his estate via his daughter and son-in-law. His legacy will live on with me and in my photography which I hope will please his daughter.
The round display table on which the books stand tilts like a real loo table, and is an artisan miniature from an unknown maker with a marquetry inlaid top, which came from Kathleen Knight’s Dolls House Shop in the United Kingdom.