Posts Tagged ‘old’

Child Safety ads from the 50ies! I would have made them more gory, if we coddle our kids they’ll just grow up into weak, frightened wussies instead of strong, emotionally damaged sociopaths! You need to look out for those damn piles of leaves!

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Here’s a safety video from1962 as a bonus if you have the time to watch it. A bunch of kids in weird monkey masks decides to ride their bikes to the park, but do they make it?

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No source was posted for these where I found them, so I don’t know where they’re from originally. I found them interesting though and I wanted to share, so here you go. Old black and white photos of women behind bars. If anyone knows where I can find more of these, let me know!

“Unknown woman in jail cell”


“An unidentified, young woman stands inside a jail cell in Denver, Colorado. She wears a hat with a lace veil, a wool coat and gloves.”

“An unidentified, young woman stands behind the bars of a jail cell in Denver, Colorado. She wears a wool coat with a raised collar and two rings on her hands.”

“A man guides a woman who hides her face; lockers and a shoeshine chair are to the sides.

 

Me, Nicolas and Erik went climbing on indoor climbing walls this evening. I have a fear of heights, but I still managed pretty well.  After the forth wall I realized that the height wasn’t a problem any more, just the idea that I might fall. When you reached the top of the wall, you usually just lean back and your partner will safely let you down to the ground. That wasn’t a problem, but whenever I had to take a chance and move to rocks that were too small or too hard to grip, my mind panicked that I would loose my balance and fall… which in theory shouldn’t be bad because I knew the rope worked. It never happened, but I think it would actually be quite good if it did just so I could see for myself that it isn’t that bad.

I was also afraid my glasses would fall off because I had forgotten to put in contacts. Luckily they didn’t, but the rope got in my face a few times and came close to knocking them off. The walls ~14 meters high so that would have been bad.

On the way back I had this conversation with Nicolas:

J: I was talking with one of my friends from the party last Saturday, and she said she thought you were 25.

N: Oh, spot on then.

J: Wait… you ARE 25?

N: Yeah…

J: You’re not joking with me now, are you?

N: No… why?

The second time I met him, roughly a month ago, I asked how old he was. He’s studying for his Phd in Computer Science so I knew he must be older than me. Anyhow, he mumbled a bit and I couldn’t really tell what he said except that it ended with “5”. I decided that 45 was insane, 35 old, and 25 might be the answer but it sounded more like 35. When we talked about facebook and keeping track of birthdays, he said that he had written something like “5 of May 1975” so I figured he just looked kind of young for a 35 year old guy.

We went to a party on Saturday, where he met some of my friends from the preparty. When I met one of these friends later in school, we were talking about the party. Nicolas and me shared a cab home an hour before closing time, and I said he probably felt a bit too old for dancing and student parties. My friend asked me how old he was, and I obviously said 35, which she found shocking. She thought he looked much younger.I started saying things like “Well he’s still very youthful yadda yadda I thought he was younger too”

Now it turns out that he’s actually 25 and that I had it wrong to begin with. Apparently he wrote the year of his birth wrong on facebook because he hates facebook and want them to have the wrong information. I simply just HAD to tell him that for a month I had thought he was 10 years older than he actually was. He just found it funny and I was mostly amused/confused too, but it’s going to be so embarrassing explaining this to my friend in school after going on about how he’s a very fun and youthful “older guy”.

1. Top 48 ads that would never be allowed today.

These are my favorites out of the bunch:

Here are some photos of my maternal grandmother. I forgot I had them until I found them while browsing through my folders. She died a little over 10 years ago, I think she was almost 80 by then. These are from letters she sent to my grandfather, Gio, who I suppose was in Rome at the time. She was Swedish but I suppose they talked in English with eachother. Gio was dead before I was born so I wouldn’t know.
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Arnold Odermatt was a Swiss photografer in the 50ies who worked at accident sites to take photos of the accident for insurance purposes. He kept one photo from each accident for himself.
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