Monday, 28 July 2008

Vintage Gliders





Let me take you back to that weekend in the 1930's. It was so humid you could hear the heat bugs hissing. Perhaps it was a holiday in the 1950's. The neighbours are grilling steak and you can hear the muffled baseball game on the radio across the street. A young girl brushes her Dolly's hair. A young Mother is cuddling a toddler with a skinned knee. An energetic teenage boy is prepping his baseball glove. The tired Dad is sipping lemonade, smoking his cigarette and reading the newspaper. A loving Grandmother is swinging back and forth on the same porch glider peeling apples for her Sunday pie. There is nothing else to say. I think you have the picture in your mind. Feel it. Take in the scent of the roses. Watch that bumble bee bouncing from bloom to bloom. Now, try; just try to resist longing for one for your own porch or garden patio.

7 comments:

A World in a PAN said...

I love the last one, the white iron one .. my grandmother had one very similar in her yard.

Shelly said...

You painted the perfect picture with your words - and of course the photos. Hey, I gave you an award and some linky-love today. Come on over ;)

Claire said...

That's such a hard thing to resist. Great finds!

lifeinredshoes said...

Longingly, Red Shoes. I'm so there.

omami said...

more vintage, love it!!

Pamela Terry and Edward said...

They are wonderful and last forever. A little sandblasting, a little paint..a little shade...a little drink! Ah!

bobbie said...

I always wanted one of these gliders, when I was a little girl. Never got one.