At some point in my life people decided that I was the type of person who would appreciate a Tiny Elephant. I currently own 31 tiny figurines and statues, not a single one of which I bought myself. The smallest is about the size of two BBs, the largest is about the size of your hand. All but two of them would fit comfortably in your shirt pocket.
I have also been given three elephant postcards that I hung on my wall. This is the most recent. It’s from Sri Lanka, and I believe it’s hand-painted fabric.
So, there’s a tiny glimpse into my world. 🙂
My Chevy Malibu has built-in support for Satellite Radio. For a substantial fee, you can listen to music.
It also has the single worst AM/FM reception I have ever experienced.
Excerpted from Civil War in Pictures by Fletcher Pratt, ©1955:
Our soldiers believe in the literal interpretation of the dictum of the Wise Man that “there is a time to dance.” But to put their faith into works is not the easiest thing in the world, owing to the lack of partners of the feminine persuasion. However, by imagining a bearded and pantallooned fellow to be of “t’other kind,” they succeed in getting up what they call a “Stag Dance,” which is better than none.
This has been a really interesting little book that I found for $1.29 at a thrift store. There was no way to reproduce a photograph in a newspaper at the time, so newspapers sent out sketch correspondents and reduced their drawings to woodcuts to print them in the paper. Drawings like these are how most people got to “see” the Civil War unfold.
I’ll be posting a few more over the next few weeks.