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Tag Archives: childhood
Her Little Boy
Posted in flash fiction, photos of strangers, Typography
Tagged 1940s, art, beauty, childhood, children, entertainment, family, fiction, flash fiction, found art, found photograph, Her Little Boy, kitsch, life, love, mother, people, photo, photograph, photography, photos, pictures, son, typewriter, typography, vintage, writing
A Jealous Sibling
This pring, along with many others, can be purchased on my Etsy.
Posted in flash fiction, photos of strangers, Typography
Tagged 1940s, art, beauty, childhood, children, couples, dating, entertainment, family, fiction, flash fiction, found art, found photograph, jealousy, juxtaposed, kitsch, life, love, old maid, people, photo, photograph, photography, photos, pictures, relationships, retro, romance, sad, sibling rivalry, typewriter, typography, vintage, writing
City Girl
This photograph/story, along with many others, is available on my Etsy here.
Posted in flash fiction, photos of strangers, Typography
Tagged 1940s, art, beauty, childhood, children, city girl, city romance, entertainment, family, fiction, flash fiction, found art, found photograph, friends, friendship, kitsch, life, love, people, photo, photograph, photography, photos, pictures, poetry, sad, skyscrapers, the country, typewriter, typography, vintage, writing
The Rogue Child
Photograph by Christina Molholm, whose blog can be found here.
As she went through her wallet checking on funds she absentmindedly went for a basket and out of the corner of her eye realized something was wrong; there was a small child sitting in the top one. After a moment of thought and a quick look around for a nearby frantic parent she grabbed the last basket from the other stack and turned to walk away. After a few feet she stopped and looked back at the child, who gave her such a melancholy stare that she couldn’t just leave him there.
“Is anyone looking for a rogue child?” she said to her surroundings. Nobody surfaced with a look of calming insanity so she said it again, louder. “Did anyone lose a kid?” He rested his head on the side of the blue basket and sighed. She walked over to the manager’s desk and reported the little boy as missing, and went about her shopping, proud of her triumph, as she heard the loudspeaker say, “Would the owner of the rogue child sitting in the pile of baskets please report to the manager.”
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Tagged art, beauty, childhood, children, entertainment, family, fiction, flash fiction, food shopping, humor, life, lost children, love, market, people, photo, photograph, photography, photos, pictures, supermarkets, writing
A Future Star
This original print, along with many others, is now for sale on my Etsy.
Posted in flash fiction, photos of strangers, Typography
Tagged 1940s, art, beauty, broom, childhood, children, dance, dancer, dancing, entertainment, family, fiction, flash fiction, found art, found photograph, friends, friendship, humor, kitsch, life, photo, photograph, photography, photos, pictures, typewriter, typography, vintage, writing
The Gorilla Habitat
“The kids would have loved these guys,” she said to her husband, drawing his attention to the two gorillas sunning in their habitat. He walked up and snapped a shot with his Ansco Color Clipper.
“So would your father!” he added.
She gave him a nasty look. “That’s not funny.”
“What?”
“Comparing mother to a gorilla. It’s not funny.” She frowned but he smiled.
“I wasn’t, I just thought he’d enjoy them,” he replied with a sinister smile.
“Mother is not a gorilla.”
“Of course not, dear,” he said, pulling her toward him and holding her.
She pouted a bit and stepped out of his embrace.
“It says here,” he read to her from the placard in a lame attempt to change the subject, “Gorillas are the largest and most powerful of the manlike apes.”
“Are you going to say something about my mother’s size and power?”
“Of course not, dear. I adore your mother.” She crossed her arms and continued to look away from him and in the direction of the animals. He pulled out a list.
“So, do we continue from here to the campgrounds like your folks did? I know you want to keep with their itinerary. Says we go from here to camping near Disney World. I packed the tent…”
He walked up behind her and put his arms under hers, squeezing a bit until she giggled. He took that as a sign of forgiveness.
“Sure. First let’s stop by the souvenir shop. I want to find a post card to send the kids.”
“Deal. Lead the way, beautiful,” he said as he offered his arm.
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Tagged 1960s, beauty, camping, childhood, children, couples, Disney World, entertainment, family, fiction, fight, flash fiction, found art, found postcard, gorilla, humor, kids, kitsch, life, love, marriage, mother in laws, people, photo, photograph, photography, photos, pictures, postcard, relationships, romance, vintage, vintage postcard, Walt Disney World, writing, zoo
A Bad Monday
Available with many other prints on my Etsy here.
Posted in flash fiction, photos of strangers, Typography
Tagged art, beauty, childhood, children, couples, entertainment, family, fiction, flash fiction, found art, found photograph, humor, kitsch, life, love, marriage, people, photo, photograph, photography, photos, pictures, relationships, typewriter, typography, vintage, writing
Years Later On the Beach
I am now selling digital prints and ORIGINAL one-of-a-kind prints of my typography stories on ETSY. Please stop by the shop and check them out!
Posted in flash fiction, photos of strangers, Typography
Tagged beach, childhood, dennis finocchiaro, fiction, flash fiction, friendship, jersey shore, kitsch, life, love, marriage, memories, ocean, old age, photography, photos, relationships, romance, shore, typography, vintage
The Adult Party
Made from vintage home movies, my G5 Mac and FCP.
Posted in films of strangers, flash fiction, Typography
Tagged alone, child, childhood, dinner, family, family get together, family party, fiction, film, final cut pro, flash fiction, home, home movies, kid, kitsch, life, lonely, love, Macintosh, movie, movies, relationships, retro, vintage
More Fun Than a Barrel of Monkeys
“What are those?” she said, crinkling her nose as she usually would to a vegetable she discovered on her plate that she didn’t like.
“They were called Barrel of Monkeys. This was the only toy my great grandmother had at her house, so every year on New Year’s Day we would be forced to play with them because there was nothing else to do.”
She poked one as if they would bite. “They look boring.” A typical four-year-old 
response. “How do we play?”
“Well,” I said, picking up a red one. “You’re supposed to start with one, and try to hook another one onto his tail by the hand. See?” I demonstrated. She didn’t look amused. I picked up a yellow one by the hand, and then proceeded to a green one.
“Let me try?”
“Of course, that’s why I got them.”
She picked one up, yellow of course, that being her favorite, and she started trying. After a few failed attempts she got one and I applauded her.
“Great job!”
“Yeah, I guess.”
She tried again, and again, getting five in a chain before she dropped them.
“This is boring.”
“It is not, watch. I’ll try to get a bunch.”
I picked up one, hooked it to another, then another, then another, and kept going until I had about ten. She had picked up a copy of ReadyMade magazine and started turning pages as if she could read it, and I realized I was playing alone. I dropped the string of seven monkeys I had going and with my hand swept them all back into the barrel.
“You’re right. These are boring.”
She smiled and went back to pretending to read the magazine.
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Tagged barrel of monkeys, childhood, family, fiction, flash fiction, games, humor, kids, kitsch, life, love, magazine, monkey, photography, photos, playing, ReadyMade, relationships, toys, vintage
A Flash of Inspiration 
