I started a thread once called “What photos does everybody have in their family albums?”- things like “baby destroying a birthday cake” and “70s glamour shot with profile and face”, etc… One response that made me laugh because it’s so true was ‘people in suits and ties and nice dresses standing outside looking like they’re on a picnic but nobody’s smiling’ (or words to that effect). It’s nice to see they did sometimes enjoy themselves.
I wonder if the Y with the S over it that looks like dollar marks was a logo for the swimwear or a school logo.
The creepiest thing by far though is the young guy on the left with the crossed arms and curly hair. He seems to be looking at the little girl… and getting wood.
I think it’s SM, and I’d bet cash that it’s his initials. There was this thing in the 1890s’-1900’s for girlfriends/wives/sisters/moms to embroider their guys’ initials on every damn thing he owned: underwear, nightshirt, nightcap, tobacco pouch, sofa cushion, slippers, washcloth… a bathing suit would be a prime target. I see four guys with initials on their chests in this picture. Two SM’s; maybe one got a hand-me-down? Or the family went for theme naming…
The lady in with the shower cap on her head? She looks just like my great aunt Sybilla.
I wonder if anyone in this picture was on their honeymoon? Atlantic City used to be the place to go.
Snap - that’s who caught my eye too! I tend to do that with old photos - see who could be considered good looking by today’s standards, and who would look completely 1905 even if they were alive today.
I have no problem comprehending that our same range of the color spectrum was visible to the human eye even before the advent of color photography, but I can’t wrap my head around people wearing wool swimming suits, or wool anything, for that matter, in the summer heat.
We have a couple of DVDs of vintage pornography, short films from the early decades of the 20th century. One that’s a hoot is from France, a lady giving a BJ to some guy out in the countryside beside an old car, 1920s I think, and they keep looking furtively around to make sure they’re not happened upon.