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Architectural Pride

I understand, honest I do. You spent a lot of time and money on your building. You’re proud of it. The architect promised this would be a building which would stand the test of time, and you want people to see it. By what right do I call the child of your corporate dreamsContinue reading “Architectural Pride”

FUZZ ORDAINED: Griese Park

“Yay for us! One more for our side!” Sweet Pea was flinging flower petals which could be smelled but not seen by those outside the pastel world of the park phronik. Her partners danced a little mid-air dance, watching Arthur and Julia move slowly down the walk, occasionally brushing a little grass orContinue reading “FUZZ ORDAINED: Griese Park”

Yawns Out Yonder

Once upon a time, there existed a series of plain oblong volumes called “Boring Postcards”, in which the editors reprinted what they considered some of the blandest, least interesting postcards ever produced. They eventually begged for mercy and terminated the series, as the more postcards they showed off, the more people sent to them,Continue reading “Yawns Out Yonder”

That Bustling Throng

Once upon a time, Chicago decided to retool the Loop. State Street, in those days a bustling shopping district, was redesigned with bigger sidewalks and smaller streets. Motor vehicles were banned except for cabs and buses, and the whole area was renamed the “State Street That Great Street Mall”. Vast sidewalks would give peopleContinue reading “That Bustling Throng”

FUZZ ORDAINED: Air Academics

Arthur Braling was less prepossessing in the world of primary colors, but so many things are. He was not without a certain charm, red curls combed high above a bright, eager face. He wore a red necktie over a white shirt, not because Mershon College had any rules about this, but because he happened toContinue reading “FUZZ ORDAINED: Air Academics”

On My Summer Vacation I….

The unofficial start of summer, Memorial Day, has come and gone, despite the fact that June is not quite here yet, and the vacation season is upon us. Vacations became a major subject with postcard artists around mid-century, when postcards stopped being everyday communication ad became brief messages from far away (postage went up,Continue reading “On My Summer Vacation I….”

Mouths of Babes

We have discussed hereintofore the ways in which postcards were the texts of their generation: a quick message (which, in some areas, allowed a person to send a message in the morning, get an answer before lunch, and reply by sunset). We have also discussed how the characters on the card could speak forContinue reading “Mouths of Babes”

FUZZ ORDAINED: The Angel and the Phronik

Unfirom blinked. He could still see the survey crew, and the park. Now, though, there were new colors, paler shades of the real greens and blues he’d seen a moment ago. This alternate August N. Griese park always bothered his eyes. It was out of focus. The grey-haired human costume had vanished, returningContinue reading “FUZZ ORDAINED: The Angel and the Phronik”

Why Is She There?

The postcard shown here came into inventory with a number of other World War II postcards, and it attracted my attention for a number of reasons, including, but not limited to, where a pilot might encounter a cavalryman trying to execute a jumpy, why the pilot is wearing a parachute (unless he’s going toContinue reading “Why Is She There?”

Scurvy Rapscallions

A jolly collection which came into inventory here in Blogsytown is about one fifth of a set of Corsaires. These are colorful portraits of freebooters and privateers (I don’t see ANYOE using the word “pirates”) from Dominique Leroy here–a captain also known as the Pistol Corsair, who was captain of the Foudroyant (Lightning)—to ship’sContinue reading “Scurvy Rapscallions”