I have a small, but interesting, collection of antique stained glass which I have collected over the last thirty years. Although amounting to only seven pieces (five windows, a chandelier and a lamp), the collection is eclectic and each piece has a history. For example, as I will explain, the chandelier and one window go together even though they were bought about 25 years apart.
Just like my earlier post on the decay of post offices, railroad stations and light houses (see Going Postal), antique American stained glass suffers from neglect, urban renewal (or urban removal, as I call it) and changing modern tastes. The mid-20th century modernistic movement was a direct attack on all things ornate – whether Victorian, Art Deco or Art Nouveau. As a result, many wonderful pieces of antique stained glass found their way to the garbage heap. Fortunately, pickers, collectors and preservers managed to keep others from destruction.
One of the first pieces I collected came from the aptly named Thieves Market in Alexandria, Virginia. The entranceway greeter was an old fortune teller machine and the rest of the “market” was a labyrinthine maze of dead ends and rabbit holes. When Thieves Market closed for business, they sold the stained glass hanging above their auction floor, among them two pieces from a Victorian house dating from the late 19th century in Northeast Washington, DC. I did snag the back door transom (shown) but passed on the accompanying front door transom because it said “704” and I never lived at a residence numbered 704.
The next piece (actually a set of windows) came from an antique dealer from Ohio who dealt mainly in jewelry, She bought the matched windows as a present for her daughter but the windows did not fit in her daughter’s house (fortunately for me).
Here is some of the detail from one of the windows:
The dealer said the windows were from a house in Cincinnati in the early 20th century and mentioned Third Street Studios. Thanks to Wooden Nickel Antiques in Cincinnati, Ohio, I found out that Third Street Studios is not the name of a single glass studio but a name coined in the 1980’s by a dealer for stained glass makers from the Third Street area of Cincinnati dating to the late 19th and early 20th century. The matched set was originally placed as a hinged set in the dining room of an elaborate house at the turn of the 20th century. The hinges and locks have been removed but you can still see where they existed. You can find more on Third Street Studios in Cincinnati Magazine May 2002 starting on page 80.
(to be continued…)
We have a pleasant Yorkie, a likable, lovable, spoiled little seven pound creature. An affectionate doggie who loves to cuddle and play and look cute.
She likes to spend the day nestled in your lap when, without warning, she
How badly does she fart, you might ask? Badly enough to knock a buzzard off an open garbage truck. Badly enough to call out an emergency hazmat team. Badly enough to make your eyes water, your nose run and your skin itch. THAT’s how badly she farts. Her farts are thermonuclear. Actually, they are more akin to a neutron bomb in that they are stealth farts. They do their damage without leaving any trace or registering on any seismic device. It is inconceivable that such a small creature can wreak such olfactory havoc.
Not only does she fart spectacularly but she has the audacity to act as though someone else had performed the dirty deed. She jumps off your lap and looks around in amazement like a little girl caught in the act of breaking mommy’s vase and pretending it was done by her bad brother. (Our doggie has no brother, bad or otherwise, so the culprit must be a squirrel or a sparrow or maybe the mailman.)
Now such vile activity in a somewhat larger animal – a Saint Bernard or an English Mastiff or a Great Dane – might be understandable, though not any more pleasant, but a seven pound Yorkie?! Pound for pound this has to be one of the most intense effusions of odor imaginable. If this odor was pleasant rather than, well, odoriferous, I could foresee bottling it as Chanel Yorkie, rather than as something best called Essence of Open Sewer Rotting Fish.
Now you might think our doggie is offended by being described as a broken septic field on four paws. Not at all. She is, this very moment, waiting to jump back in my lap, nestle down and…
I am holding my breath.
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I am once again indebted to A Frank Angle for the inspiration (if you want to call it that) for this post. He noticed that a number of my headers featured toilets that were, for lack of a better phrase, architecturally challenged. It turns out that there is no limit to the questionable ways that people will install a device of necessity in the home. Whoever said “Don’t start vast plans with half-vast ideas” never encountered these half-assed plans. To wit:
Someone told the contractor that they wanted a Jack-and-Jill bathroom to be shared between two bedrooms.
Why should the inconvenience of a small house restrict you from having a full-sized toilet?
Nothing says luxury like a toilet with a view through a sliding glass door.
The soap dish in your tub can serve as both a soap dispenser and a toilet paper dispenser. It’s that waterproof toilet paper though that makes this plan so costly.
When visitors arrive at your house, especially after a long ride, they often first ask to use the loo. With this design, you need not worry about complicated directions to get to the facilities. The full length (see through) stained glass window is an extra added touch.
No longer will you have to interrupt dinner conversations when one of your guests needs to use the bathroom. It’s right there within earshot.
I admit that the last idea is not one that actually exists (yet) but originated with none other than Homer Simpson. You’re sitting comfortably on the back patio, having a nice glass or two of wine in your wine seat when nature unexpectedly calls. Why go through the effort of finding the facilities when, with a little modification, you can conveniently stay in place and, in the words of Homer, “Let ‘er rip.”
Well, I gotta go.
I have relatives in high places (they are smoking something in the Colorado Rockies) who provided me with a year-ending set of puns:
- The meaning of opaque is unclear.
- I wasn’t going to get a brain transplant but then I changed my mind.
- Have you ever tried to eat a clock? It’s very time-consuming.
- A man tried at assault me with milk, cream and butter. How dairy!
- I’m reading a book about anti-gravity. I can’t put it down.
- If there was someone selling marijuana in our neighborhood, weed know about it.
- It’s a lengthy article about ancient Japanese sword fighters but I can Sumurais it for you.
- It’s not that the man couldn’t juggle, he just didn’t have the balls to do it.
- So what if I don’t know the meaning of the word ‘apocalypse’? It’s not the end of the world.
- Police were called to the daycare center. A 3-year old was resisting a rest.
- The other day I held the door open for a clown. I thought it was a nice jester.
- Need an ark to save two of every animal? I Noah guy.
- Alternative facts are aversion of the truth.
- I used to have a fear of hurdles, but I got over it.
- Did you know they won’t be making yardsticks any longer?
- I used to be allergic to soap but I’m clean now.
- The patron saint of poverty is St. Nickeless.
- What did the man say when the bridge fell on him? The suspension is killing me.
- Do you have weight loss mantras? Fat chants!
- My tailor is happy to make a new pair of pants for me. Or sew it seams.
- What is a thesaurus’s favorite dessert? Synonym buns…
- A relief map shows where the restrooms are.
- There was a big paddle sale at the boat store. It was quite an oar deal
- How do they figure out the price of hammers? Per pound…
- And finally…
Here’s something I wish to SHARE with you.
I am never going to ask anyone on Facebook to SHARE anything… ever!
I am not going to ask you to SHARE if:
- You agree with Donald Trump;
- You hate Donald Trump;
- Parents should be allowed to teach their kids to shoot;
- U call yourself my buddy, friend or family;
- You are lactose intolerant;
- You need a hug;
- You need an Amen;
- You need a laxative;
- Chuck Todd is an idiot;
- Bill O’Reilly is an idiot;
- I am an idiot;
- You think that Hitler and global warming are related;
- You found Jesus;
- You found inspiration:
- You found your ass with both hands;
- You need to water your lawn;
- You have to pass water;
- You have a used sofa for sale;
- You passed water on a used sofa for sale;
- I want to show you what I had for breakfast for the last five months;
- I want to show you my infrequent bowel movements;
- You ran behind the DDT watering truck as a kid;
- You have 12 cases of chocolate soy milk to give away;
- You are looking for others to participate in a cardio exercise by the pool;
- The abandoned puppy in this picture will be shot unless 1,000 people share and say No;
- Only 1% of the population can pass this quiz;
- You like my recipe for kale lemonade;
- Sharing is caring;
- “i” before “e” except after “c;”
- You believe in alien anal probing.
Sadly, less than 2% of you will like and share these sentiments.
Hit LIKE and SHARE if you AGREE.