vintage caps

[deadlyhandsome]

^ Makes me wonder what was attached to the other ends of those chains.

I wonder what Max thinks about him issuing his teeth that way.


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[Zombie_61]

I wonder what Max thinks about him issuing his teeth that way.

 

[Blackthorn]

Dancing at the Crossroads near Geevagh Co.Sligo.

 

[Bamaboots]

Dancing at the Crossroads near Geevagh Co.Sligo.

Mama's got a squeezebox

 

[Blackthorn]

OK, these caps may not be as old as some, but these two Irish brothers are. Or were. Here's some of the info on them, from a book called Vanishing Ireland:
Sprawled high upon the Blackstairs Mountains, the Murphy brothers’ farmstead is sheltered from the whistling winds by the rump of a grassy field, a maze of stone walls and a solitary row of Leyland cypress that seem to shiver incessantly.

Neither Sim nor his younger brother, Jimmy, know when the first Murphy came here – ‘generations and generations’ is their best guess. Murphys galore are recorded here in Knockymullgurry townland in the 1911 census, and when Sir Richard Griffith was making his valuations back in the 1840s, he clocked two Murphys ‘of Knock’, Andrew and Peter. Indeed, it’s little surprise that the closest village is called Ballymurphy.

Ballymurphy is where the Murphys prayed. ‘Oh, by God, we went to church every Sunday,’ says Jimmy. ‘And we prayed here at home too.’ Given that their kitchen wall is bedecked with images of the Blessed Virgin, the Messiah, the pope and the Sacred Heart, that is not a surprise.

You’d need religion to live in a place like this.

That’s what strikes me as we watch Jimmy come down from the mountain where he has been up feeding his cattle. He may be eighty-six but Jimmy still rides up there every day, seated upon a well-trimmed work horse. The cattle feed is transported in a half-dozen white sacks – bound with the same twine Jimmy uses as a belt – which hang down either side of the horse’s back.

Back in his kitchen, Jimmy spreads out his soot-black hands and urges us to take a seat ‘It’s cold enough up there,’ he says. ‘Will you have a cup of tea?’
The tea is made with soft rain pumped from a mountain stream. We sit and drink a while.

 

[Bamaboots]

@Blackthorn, great stuff!

 

[Blackthorn]

Thanks Greg!

 

[Blackthorn]

 

[Blackthorn]

More from Ireland:

 

[Blackthorn]

February 1940. "Hired help resting after day's work in Upwey horse farm. South Woodstock, Vermont." from Shorpy

 

[Hurricane Jack]

February 1940. "Hired help resting after day's work in Upwey horse farm. South Woodstock, Vermont." from Shorpy

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Judging by the snow piled up on the window they're probably warming up too. It could just be the photograph but this guy looks like he has a glass eye.

 

[Blackthorn]

Ireland in 1895:

 

[Blackthorn]

Ireland, 1940:

 

[Blackthorn]

A long line of jobless and homeless men wait outside New York’s municipal lodging house for a free dinner during the Depression. 1932

 

[Hurricane Jack]

Modern tintype photography

Cory Oswold

Nate Johnson

Stephen Casper

 

[Hurricane Jack]

Paul Kennedy

Patrick Langley

Jarin Gladstein

 

[Blackthorn]

Great pics, HJ!

 

[Hurricane Jack]

Jim Jones

Moe Binstein

Paul Hendriks

 

[Blackthorn]

 

[M Hatman]

Here are a couple of nice caps and hats in one of the funniest pictures I own.....
Circa 1910 picture postcard.............