Seeing Spheres before my Eyes......

The garden glass reflection ball can seem to be more like a sculpture when it is black and white. When it is seen in color the viewer would be far more distracted and not really appreciate the reflective shape.

Christmas baubles too, take on the special shapes of shine and glow.  The shape of a sphere, no matter the size, seems to be magical.

A 1960s ashtray takes on a special look too, but in this case it is suppose to look like a bowling ball.  It was my dad's ashtray which was too small for all the smoking that he did.  Cigars really put out too much ash for this little guy.

The earth is illustrated in the old geography country school book.  The book came from a country school near a farm where I lived in southern Iowa. My dad purchased a bunch of books from the closed school. The book was printed in the late 40s and I can imagine how fascinated a student in a country school would be when they first opened these pages. I remember my own state of awe when I first saw the book.  A globe in the classroom would never have this much detail in color.  I expect the artists had to use their imagination to illustrate it as no person had been off the surface of the earth until 20 or more years later. Photos taken of the earth must have been later than that. These two pages are the only color photos in the entire book.

I shared this painting of mine a few blogs back in the black and white version.  I had many requests to see it in color and I do have spheres floating around in the painting.  

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Storefront City..........

Granger, Iowa, USA probably taken in the early 1900s.  Most all of the buildings are gone now but a couple of them on the right side still stand.  I think they turned them into bars. 

Granger, Iowa is pictured here also with the first  shot being being located at the top corner of this photo.  If you were to look down the road that travels by the water tower that would be where that shot was taken.  The taller building is in the above photo.  I would date this photo as around 1950s.  The school building is gone now and three different building programs have change that whole area.  I taught in that old school building, top floor on the opposite side. That was in 1976 through 1990s. The room had a great view of all the farmland being worked in the area. It was a neat old building that used to be the full k through 12 building for the town.  In 1969 Granger and Woodward merged as a school district.

You are now viewing the east side of Murray, Iowa on mainstret.  The buildings are all empty now with no businesses in them.  To the left down the street is a remodeled bank which is still open.  The left building was a drug store with a soda fountain.  I ate many chocolate sundaes on twirly seats.  The opening is where the Agan's Barbershop stood.  I find it interesting that they chose not to take down the brick part of the building.  To the right was the hardware store.

  My first cousin and her husband bought that store and ran it for many years.  It then became a movie theater for a number of years, believe it or not.   One more building sits to the right of this one that use to be a car repair shop and it was turned into a very successful cafe.  On top of that building is an apartment and above that still stand a lookout, built by the town, to watch for Japanese bombers, during WW 2. 

A couple of old buildings in Perry, Iowa.  They have both been refurbished and are in use today.  The corner building use to be a bank as you can see by the sign's design on the corner.  My wife and I displayed art on the top floor of this building about 7 years ago.

I have saved the best for last.  This photo is a building that stood on main street three blocks away from where I live now.  It looks like it was just finished in its construction in this photo.  I like all the different architectural influences in the design.  The banding design comes from Venice.  The Roman arch of course come from Rome and there are dentil designs along the top and smaller ones in the middle. They are all designs from overses older classical buildings. 

The Oddfellows, a mens lodge, probably built the building.  They met at the top floor.  On the main floor was a stage with opera house seats both main floor and with a balcony.  It was said in the later years that a cafe was set up in the basement and served sandwiches all day.  Of course the people in the United States tear everything down.  The roof probably went bad and people who owned the building didn't have the money to replace it.  Fire codes of the 1960's probably were probably not being met.  It set empty for quite a while. 

I moved to town in 1976.  The building was torn down in 1975.  What a big mistake for the city and for the history of Iowa.  I never saw the building but saw the very rough parking lot that was created after it was gone.  I find it difficult to find any info or more photos of the building on the net. I suppose it will take another generation of people from the town to start to send out the photos.

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Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.....

I am guessing that the year is 1957.  My brother Dwight and I received a new train together from Santa Claus.  My dad had a windup toy metal donkey.  It had a tail that would spin making the donkey shake and move in circles.  We were poor and it kind of shows.  The old rocker in the foreground recovered with towels. The saggy couch in the back and a line up of old rockers on the right. The linoleum floors reminded me that the marbles rolled east to west when released.  The house was an old house with no insulation and it sat on the top of a hill in southern Iowa. When the wind would blow the house would be cold through and through and sometimes frost would form on the wallpaper.

My dad had hair and it was dark.  My mom had the same hair style most of her life.  My older brother Dwight is behind my dad, barely showing. I am standing around watching my brother take the photo. A camera was a pretty fancy thing for our family at that time. This must of been the year my oldest  brother Ron got a Brownie camera for Christmas.  He would have been the one taking the photo, using up those expensive flashbulbs that would be like an explosion in a glass ball. I don't know where the one other brother would be during this time. The wooden shelving thing on the wall full of photos and salt and pepper shakers is in storage in my basement today.  I really think this is the only Christmas shot that we ever took my whole life time.

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Up, Up and Away........and Down Again.

It isn't ancient history but it has been quite a few years since we attended the Indianola Balloon Festival in Indianola, Iowa. The photo shown here shows the owners of the balloon blowing hot air into the balloon.

When younger I would see these balloons, usually just one, used to advertise for an event or for a company.  It would be easily seen floating above Des Moines, Iowa with a banks name on its side.

The shaped of a balloon seems to be one of form following function.  The patters of color add to the beauty of the shape but the uniform panels of cloth sewn together makes it into a soft sculpture.

In a balloon race they are to all take off from another location at the same time. They then land onto this location.  Sometimes the wind currents takes a balloon hostage and the balloonists have to pass on by as they will miss the place altogether.  The people in the basket take it with stride and wave as they float on by knowing that it is not a pure controlled science. I guess there must be an emergency field somewhere down the way, like a hay field that they can land onto.

At the end of the race the balloons maintain the inflation but stay anchored to the ground.  Then in unison they all turn on their burners to cause the balloons to look like glowing candles.

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A painting that I did a few years back.  It has a definite balloon problem.

Marching Band.........

I don't believe I have any archived photos of people playing musical instruments.  My three brothers played wind instruments.  This brother played a baritone and my older brother played the french horn.  Even though it was a french horn he did march in the Murray High School band.  I do think that my older brother Ron did have his photo taken at the same time as this one but I don't seem to have it in any of my boxes of photos.

My brother Rex shown above would practice his baritone horn in the upstairs bedroom with his window open.  The neighbor lady who was a few miles away claimed she could hear him while she was out hanging out her laundry on the clothes line.

The uniform, which was purple and white,  was fancy and each member was required to wear white dress pants.  The moms of the members were required to sew a purple cloth band down the side of the pants. With white shoes and a barrel tube hat with a brim, they looked really great.  They had ostrich feathers to stick into the top of the hat.

The practice times of the band when they were marching outside was at the same time as we had recess.  Students would line up and follow the band as they marched.  I am sure it looked like a good "Spanky and our Gang" type of movie with all those little urchins marching behind the high school band members.  I think it funny now that no one bothered to makes us stop doing that.  I would think the music instructor would have been out there but I guess the majorette was in charge of the band's practice. No teacher on duty either so it would have made for great chaos.

 The feather top notches are still used today by marching bands. As I do remember now that I do have a photo of both of my sons in band uniforms.  Unfortunately they are in photo form as the computer wasn't invented yet for private citizens to use.  Maybe I can put that on my lists of things to find when I do have some free time. I see many band hats, as we use to call them, are on sale on the internet. The photo has been swiped or borrowed from the sales site of ebay.

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Lookie, Lookie......

An old photo of four men who caugth some fish from the river. Times look tough so they will have meat on the table for supper.  My grandfather is the one who isn't wearing bib overalls.  I don't have any idea of who the other guys are but my grandfathers name was Leroy Martin Brown. The heavy eyebrows were inherited by a couple of generations beyond him.  I had a uncle and his son that did look like him on the family tree branch. My cousin Gerald looks like him now as he is older than probably than my grandfather in the photo back then.  Leroy died in 1937 from TB and is buried in Moon Cemetery near Macksburg, Iowa.

These three guys are all giving us that stare except for the young ones on the end.  The short guy is my Uncle Donald, my dad Jesse Burgus is the second one from the left. Uncle Ralph, Uncle Carl and then Uncle Cecil ends up the lineup. My dad was born in 1917 and if he looks 12 years old here it would date the photo as 1929. Ten years later he would be dating my mom and getting married and a couple of years later he was on his way to fight in the Battle of the Bulge in Germany.  These guys all had a German father and grandfather and a British mother and grandmother.

One more gaze from the Uncle Weaver Wheeler and his wife Ellen.  I could imagine him having a car as he seemed to do well in figuring out how to make money.  He and his wife lived away from the rest of the family up in Hardin County, Iowa.

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300 is Good!!!!

I started on Week 11.  I had to look it up.  I really didn't think that I could compete with the big ones who post so well and write so well, but I have hung in there.  I have stumbled a long the way and found life to be too busy to post.  I have always come back.  Not with the gusto that I once had but with the same interest that I had when I first began.

Family shots were my priority as I tried to organize and identify so many photos of my family's past.  The above photo is of my dad, creeping up on my two oldest brothers who are sitting in the yard.  As I look at it I am believe they are trying to get the boys to look at the camera and smile. The little girl is a first cousin that I have never met, lost because of a divorce, from family connections.  She and the guys are all older than me as I am not born yet in this photo taken probably in 1943.

The discoveries have been great, As I met blog deadlines I surprisingly found a photo of my grandparents visiting the Pacific ocean.  The took a train across the  United States to Oregon to visit their grandson. The boy is a year older than me and my grandfather died later in the year.  I never met him but Charlie was said to be a friendly old man.

I found a shot of two great great aunts.  They were my great grandmothers sisters.  I have only a newspaper copy of a reunion that my mom and others attend 70 plus years ago. The family name was Maxsun.

My Great Grandmother on my mother's side was Carrie Rosella Maxson Brown Driver. 

The two woman above are two of her sisters and the photo identifies them with their married names.  The woman on the left is Ida Roberts and on the right is Cara Brown. To have found this photo and it actually would be my Great great aunts is all amazing to me. 

Two other sisters were Jane Henderson and Ellen Boward.

There were also two brothers John Maxson and Walter Maxson.
That would make seven in total in the Maxson Family.

Because of this blog I was forced to find the facts and meet more family than I knew existed. 

Because of this blog I learned to tell the difference between my Grandpa Leroy Brown and my other Grandpa Charles Burgus. I use to confuse them and would put the wrong name on each.  This is my Grandfather Leroy Brown shown left.

 This is the photo of my Grandfather Charles Thomas Burgus. I never knew either one of them.  Grandpa Brown died of TB in 1937.   Grandfather Burgus died the year before I was born in 1949.

Sometimes my blog seems like a train wreck as I get started telling a story and it just plain derails before I am done.  I like that the purpose of the site is to share photos of the past and if one knows the history then you get to tell your story. I am so glad that I can post on the week 300.    Thanks for stopping by and check out the others who are posting on the 300th week anniversary.  Click on Sepia Saturday Posts and see what others are sharing.