quote:Originally posted by kovacs: I'm afraid you possess a fake! Lewis Carroll's books are Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There.
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Note that the first list was only stuff I could see while sitting in the front room.
Which means that I haven't listed hundreds of Victorian-era stamps, a large collection of coins, and various other odds and sods. And o yes, my WW2 memorabilia. But I'm not going to go into that.
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Having been born when dinosaurs still roamed the earth, very few things are older than me. Even my flat - a fine example of GLC public architecture - is newer than me.
I have some old jewellery, including a gold and turquoise ring which was given to my grandmother by her first fiance who was killed in WW1 (*sniff), a teddy given at birth to my older sister who died when she was three (*sniff*sniff*), a ship's chest which belonged to my great-grandfather when he was captain of the Royal Yacht Osborne (oooooOOoooo), two antique French beds, two antique French pot cupboards, a Georgian table, an ancient old sewing machine in a cabinet which you treadle, old chairs, old stamps (a couple of 25 million DM ones from the thirties)... O the list goes on.
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wow, what an interesting thread! it's made me look all around my house for olde thinges! here are mine:
a brown leather belt that belonged to my father (1950s) five collapsible bokeshelves from the 1960s bertrand russell's history of western philosophy printed in 1965 a small holy bible given to my dad at christmas in 1943 original beatles white album and abbey road a print of ballerinas (perfect for kovagen and imovacs!) by degas that my mum bought in 1962
like ben i too have several second-hand clothes (including a mod suit that i bought for £5 back in 1994 and is still in glorious condition) though not perhaps as many as him. the crowning glory of these old clothes, however, is a tail suit made in 1937 by my grandfather. it fits me beautifully and looks stunning. i have to wear a shirt with separate stiff collars with it, with the result that one cannot move when one is correctly attired. no-one ever has white tie and tails occasions any more (more's the pity...) but i have worn it at the odd black tie do where i feel i can get away with it. (important ettiquette note: one must wear white tie and waistcoat with tails, unless one is one of the servants)
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I don't have anything older than me that I know of. But, I was thinking that it is begining to look like a bit of shopping list for a Tea leaf. " you looking for a nursing chair with Will Morris fabric, guv? I know just where I can lay my hands on one."
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my mum runs a second hand clothing stall. just the contents of this room would take this thread to five pages.
my favourite old things in our house:
three original breuer chairs, one of which is falling to pieces- 1920s? 1930s singer sewing machine granite pestle and mortar, possibly 18th century 1890s medicine chest painting of my mother when she was 9 my grandmothers wrens badge and patchwork quilt tapestry with a tree on it, and the words 'united ireland: connaught, munster, leinster, ulster'- old, and possibly slightly politically incorrect, although my knowledge of irish history is pitifully inadequate. but it looks rilly cool.
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Being a sentimental old soppy, I think this thread's becoming really lovely! Kovacs, are you sure you meant to start your fellow members thinking with due love & respect of their forebears, histories an' such? Post-ironic ancient modernism or something ... naturally
quote:Originally posted by ben: Gee - some of those there antiques must be really old! Dates, womane.
Gosh, what a detailed question, Ben!
Bed - c. 1900 Table - c.1910 Books - c.1930 Ring - c.1920
quote:Originally posted by Amy: A cocktail ring that my grandfather had made for my grandmother. 13 rubies encircling an opal set in gold.
Hands up all the people who missed the letters T.A.I.L. on first reading the above post?
No?
Just me then..
Looking around the room right now I can see exactly nothing that is older than me. The only thing that even comes close is a box containing three of my Mother's right eyes, Circa 1972.. So I'd be four years old.
S'funny the things you keep after the death of a loved one...
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quote:Originally posted by AgeingGrace: Being a sentimental old soppy, I think this thread's becoming really lovely! Kovacs, are you sure you meant to start your fellow members thinking with due love & respect of their forebears, histories an' such? Post-ironic ancient modernism or something ... naturally .
I may not be older than you, but I am probably soppier. Dude, I spent last Friday sitting by Lewis Carroll's grave. I am not a stranger to connecting sentimentally with the past.
Octavia
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I've got lots of secondhand books etc that are older than me, as well as the house, but my favourite old thing is an eternity ring that belonged to my great-grandmother. It's the only thing of hers left because a burglar took the rest of her jewellry. She had tiny tiny fingers.
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Many of my old things have an airloomy quality - a lot of them are photos etc.
Edited highlights:
A bible owned by an ancestor who was serving on HMS Hood, but who was on leave when it was sunk.
A couple of sets of propaganda postcards sent from France by my great, great uncle at the height of the 14-18 war. They are full of idealism and optimism. He survived.
My grandfather's regimental badges, ribbons, medals and insignia from WW2 - Scots Guards, 22 SAS regiment (he was in the first induction, in - I think - 1942). Assorted bits he collected during that conflict; a German tank periscope, and an old Kodak folding bellows camera. I like these, as they provide a tangeable link with him; he died some years back.
An original copy of the Beveridge Report.
A late nineteenth century printing of Handel's Messiah.
A 1930's upright piano which I was given by my Dad's Auntie about three years ago.
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Sounds like something out of Harry Potter, doesn't it. "What's this?" gasped Harry, watching the shuttle fly back and forward over what looked like an empty frame. "This, Harry, is an airloom," Dumbledore explained. "We use it to weave invisible cloaks for the thestrals." "But thestrals only wear cloaks during wartime, Headmaster," Hermione pointed out. Dumbledore looked grave. "Precisely, Hermione. Precisely."
quote:Originally posted by kovacs: Sounds like something out of Harry Potter, doesn't it. "What's this?" gasped Harry, watching the shuttle fly back and forward over what looked like an empty frame. "This, Harry, is an airloom," Dumbledore explained. "We use it to weave invisible cloaks for the thestrals." "But thestrals only wear cloaks during wartime, Headmaster," Hermione pointed out. Dumbledore looked grave. "Precisely, Hermione. Precisely."
Pah! easy! only another 800 pages and I'm done.
Yeah, it had a certain ethereal quality. Like what you did with it.
I spent fourteen hours at work yesterday; seven of which were out in the sun, three in the thirty-plus degree hormone laced warmth of our leaver's disco. Then a breakdown and three hour wait for the recovery fux to turn up. You'd be amazed what that does for your spelling.
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jewellery left to me by my mother. In particular, a diamond and platinum ring that I remember gazing at on her finger as a child.
Albums. In particular, two by the Pretty Things (mid sixties). I bought these as a teenager and played them to death. I must now nag J to reconnect his turntable so I can start playing them again.
A black cocktail dress from the Thirties. It has a corseted velvet bodice with jet beading and a taffeta skirt. It's tiny and I think I was last able to fit into it when I was 20.
A book of children's fairy tales. It bears an inscription inside dated 1912 and is full of delicate, water colourish illustrations. I bought it for 10p in a junk shop years ago.
It's my ambition to one day live in an old Victorian or Georgian house - all high ceilings and deep skirting boards and cornices. I'd fill it with chestnut soft leather sofas and opulent jewel coloured fabrics and huge bookcases and rugs that cover the entire floor and...and...and...
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I bought some William Morris brand "Honeycomb" colour paint today. Apparently it was founded in 1860. Only part of me believes this counts as even remotely antique.
(But it's not quite as un-antique as, say, Crosse and Blackwell pickles, or Pears Soap, or Huntley and Palmer chocolate, all of which are technically "Victorian" but of course also modern -- because I presume the 20 or so colours in this range are true to the colours people would have been using in the 1860s and shortly thereafter.)
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Gosh, Octavia, you're really endearing yourself to me today. When I have painted my study wall, perhaps I'll treat you and the rest of the forum to a picture.
I don't think anyone commented on my enamelled bath picture, on "Weekend" I think, but I haven't really checked.