Showing posts with label vintage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vintage. Show all posts

February 26, 2010

Hang up the hard hat...

The Mighty Task is Done

By Joseph P. Strauss, Chief Engineer
Golden Gate Bridge and Highway District

Written upon completion of the building of the Golden Gate Bridge in May 1937

At last the mighty task is done;
Resplendent in the western sun
The Bridge looms mountain high;
Its titan piers grip ocean floor,
Its great steel arms link shore with shore,
Its towers pierce the sky.

On its broad decks in rightful pride,
The world in swift parade shall ride,
Throughout all time to be;
Beneath, fleet ships from every port,
Vast landlocked bay, historic fort,
And dwarfing all--the sea.

To north, the Redwood Empire's gates;
'To south, a happy playground waits,
in Rapturous appeal;
Here nature, free since time began,
Yields to the restless moods of man,
Accepts his bonds of steel.

Launched midst a thousand hopes and fears,
Damned by a thousand hostile sneers,
Yet ne'er its course was stayed,
But ask of those who met the foe
Who stood alone when faith was low,
Ask them the price they paid.

Ask of the steel, each strut and wire,
Ask of the searching, purging fire,
That marked their natal hour;
Ask of the mind, the hand, the heart,
Ask of each single, stalwart part,
What gave it force and power.

An Honored cause and nobly fought
And that which they so bravely wrought,
Now glorifies their deed,
No selfish urge shall stain its life,
Nor envy, greed, intrigue, nor strife,
Nor false, ignoble creed.

High overhead its lights shall gleam,
Far, far below life's restless stream,
Unceasingly shall flow;
For this was spun its lithe fine form,
To fear not war, nor time, nor storm,
For Fate had meant it so.

February 25, 2010

Yates & the Gate


Everybody knows, well okay my friends and family know that I've staked claim for any future offspring to be named after my favorite great Uncle. Yates hitchhiked to California from Enoree as a fourteen year old. Well, he most likely rode at least half the journey with his cousins; however, I like to pretend it would be much more romantic to hitch hike in the late 1920's.


The end of the line was Sausalito, California. Uncle Yates got a job on the new construction of the Golden Gate Bridge connecting the San Francisco bay. We've determined that he was probably our earliest relative to ever be union (and proud) as he was an iron worker on the bridge. This photo shows Uncle Yates posing next to the cable connectors in 1936. I think one of the most ironic things about him is that his name literally means "gates"...so it seems inevitable that he'd end up constructing one of the biggest gateways in the country. Weird useless fact.

When my great Aunt Martha passed away, I knew she kept most of Yates' personal things and his photo collection. I wanted so much to see if he had any mementos of his life in California. I only dreamed I'd find a photo as spectacular as this. We have a special kinship with Uncle Yates, as he was also our only family member to be a full-time RVer. He lived most of his adult life in his camper (that he pulled with his gargantuan Cadillacs). He traveled extensively through Europe, getting married in Athens, Greece and shared a special love for the beautiful American southwest. He was a cool cat with a great sense of style,wearing his Converse sneakers even in his golden years. The last time I visited with Uncle Yates, he was staying in Laurens Memorial Home. MaMa took us to visit often and we always looked forward to seeing him. Hopefully my little homage to him will help us all remember what a interesting and unique person he was...and if there's ever a little Yates, we'll hope he decides not to hitch hike to California until he's twenty-one.

February 19, 2010

Vaya con dios

I never thought I'd write this post. Never say never. My first born, Ruthie, is now officially for sale. She's not exactly "on the market", she's just being introduced to our small circle before we break out the big guns and meet all the Chevelle owners out there who are salivating to own her.

If by chance, any of my readers are interested or have a cousin's husband's brother's nephew's Grandpa who might want to take a test drive--the photo collection is here. Serious inquiries only.

February 1, 2010

So young...

To be where the sun shines...in the San Onofre surf...pack me in the back and dry that single tear.

December 12, 2009

Happy Christmas Kids!

Don't forget Monday is the last day to enter The Enchanted Owl giveaway! Winner will be announced on Tuesday, December 15. Many thanks to everyone who has entered, I can't wait to announce our lucky winner!

December 10, 2009

Happy Birthday Blogster!

It's been five whole years since my first post on the Backcountry.

Five years ago this week, I had just returned from a trip to Las Vegas to watch the National Finals Rodeo...I had just purchased my very own home and began the process of moving and unpacking...and I sat down at my new Apple laptop and created this little blog known as Backcountry Research.

Happy birthday old friend!

December 1, 2009

Happy Dezember!


This is the winning lightbulb ornament design..."Peace, Love, and Bugs"! This design was inspired by Kay Larch, who is the winner of the November giveaway. I had such a fun time painting this ornament and it's certainly one of my favorites! Kay is my favorite local artist and I hope to score some of her killer work for the holidays myself. Check out her blog to see some of her wicked painted mosaics!

No worries readers, since I had such a great response with the contest, I've decided to host another giveaway for December. Starting today, if anyone is interested in winning a free ornament, just email me your name & your ideas. Winners will be announced December 15 (in order to receive their ornament by the holidays!) Good luck everyone!

November 19, 2009

Pretend Like

I decided to do some cyber shopping and create a holiday wish list. It's not very long (I tried to control myself) but they are some of my favorite things...things I've had my eye on for a month or so. It's no secret that I'm a complete Anthropologie addict--I've almost successfully completed my three year task of creating an entire Anthropologie wardrobe. So, it's obvious that the majority of my wish list is on file in their collection. Being extremely short waisted, I have to pick and choose carefully when it comes to dresses and tailored tops. Empire, empire empire!

I fell in love with these Frye boots last month from Victoria's Secret.

This bag is one of my favorites on the list (from Anthropologie). I can't pass up these spunky pair of heels from Anthropologie. I love anything and everything old fashioned / vintage inspired!

Another Anthropologie pick...if I could have one thing off the list, it would have to be this cardigan!

Okay, I should have created a "Need" & "Want"...this tops my need list.

Just in case...

*****EDIT: I just noticed the bad link for FRYE listed above, feel free to visit now that it's fixed!******


Where's mine?

We dug out my colossal collection of DVDs last night and sifted through some old Oscar flicks. My first choice was The English Patient, which in turn got the ball rolling for a total Ralph Fiennes film fest.
Everybody knows I keep a locked liquor cabinet full of man candy. I am abhorred at myself for leaving Ralph off my top shelf hottie list. His red hot dragon buns are now front and center, right beside the Belvidere vodka. Fiennes deserves major kudos for making the despicable SS captain Amon Göth look irresistible, and for bringing a smidgen of sizzle to the dark lord Voldemort.

November 11, 2009

My favorite Vets



















Happy Veterans day! Two boys we miss every day, Captain H.C. and Corporal H.L.. It's odd knowing that they are both almost five years younger in these photos than I am today.
Good looking guys. Proof that large honkers will always be in style!

October 31, 2009

Bitch on a broom

It's time for the Samhain celebrations this year. Fortunately, we landed in the spookiest of settings for this year's event. Happiest of All Hallow's Eve to my audience!


October 27, 2009

To queue...


Let's talk about Mickey Rourke. No, not his facial scarring or his heinous plastic surgeries. Let's talk bod. Hot bod. Top shelf bod. That's right, Rourke pulled out all the stops in his latest Oscar worthy film, The Wrestler.
This review is primarily for my younger brother. When I queued this movie, I wasn't sold. I usually wait until mainstream flicks hit the backburner before I try them myself. Still, I thought it couldn't hurt to give it a try.
I'm hoping that after he reads this (if he hasn't already seen it) he'll check it out.
Gone are the days of sitting in the den watching WWF and WCW...drooling over Shawn "Boy Toy" Michaels or crying over the death of Owen Hart. He had the figurines, the Nintendo games, everything a wrestling fan would need. His favorite wrestler was the Undertaker...mine too. We loved the moment when the entire coliseum would pause as he flung back his sweat drenched hair to face his opponent. We were too young for the Hulk, but we still showed him love.
All those cheesy faux fight memories came back as soon as the movie began.

The Wrestler follows Randy, "the Ram" as he struggles to live day to day in his post wrestling fame. The film gives a documentary feel at times, others it is simply raw and in your face--so much like the wrestler himself. Trying to control myself after realizing Rourke's age coupled with his amazing body, I did find myself enjoying this film and relating to the characters. He fiercely battles with his feelings of nostalgia and longing for his time in the spotlight. I found that Randy and I share the same lost love for hair bands, as he seems to be the only dork in the bar singing along with Ratt's Round and Round...something only I would do.
Of course it's packaged with the usual cliches, but overall it was a pretty real flick. Most anyone who has had their "hey day" in some form or other (even old, broken down bareback riders) will instantly connect with Randy.

October 26, 2009

1997 - 2002 - 2009

There's the two kids...dweebs, dorks, geeks, nerds, acne infested adolescents who have morphed over these long twelve years into something a little dorkier, nerdier, dweebier while losing a little acne along the way (but not without keeping a few scars). My dorky ass has been involved with this guy for quite some time. In 1997 I thought he had a cute butt. In 2002, I thought he still had a cute butt, this time in a tuxedo. The rest is still making history. And in case there's any confusion, the photo is a frightening reminder of just how dorky we began...May 1997.

Cheers to my old man for seven years today.

October 12, 2009

Somewhere along Route 12


Norwich State Hospital, Preston, CT.
Large, ominous and looming over the Thames River is the abandoned property and grounds of the old Norwich State Asylum for the Insane. Over 900 sprawling acres (including a power house) and a vast set of tunnels connecting almost every building on the property. Besides the fact that the place is literally crawling with cops and security (complete with alleged "booby traps"), it's eerie and alluring structures continue to entice thrill-seekers, photographers, and the occasional vandals and squatters. The hospital was opened in the early 1900's and closed it's doors in October of 1996. Some of Connecticut's most violent, criminally insane convicts were residents through the years at this infamous mental institution. They were housed in the prison ward of the now derelict Salmon Building. The auditorium seems to be a pretty popular spot among curious visitors as well. I guess most of the audience is wondering "WHY on Earth are you interested in seeing an abandoned mental hospital?" Well, the answer isn't simple. It's the Alice concept...curiosity kills it all. The fact that this place literally closed it's doors and the staff walked out, never to turn around again is simply astounding to me. The state of Connecticut and the town of Preston have left this place to ruin. The enormous cost of environmental clean-up scares away most investment ventures (the amount of asbestos and lead paint is staggering I'm sure). Mattresses, files, prescription bottles, patient artwork, hydrotherapy tubs, electroconvulsive therapy and lobotomy instruments are left behind. It seems as if the last one to leave, simply turned off the lights and locked the door. Everything is still inside. That's what makes it so interesting (to me).


My first trip saw countless state troopers and security SUV's swarming the grounds. So we decided to forgo the idea of a trek through the woods (as suggested by locals) from the railroad tracks, since the old man needs employment...and I figured a felony trespassing prosecution wouldn't sit well with the Nuclear Regulatory Commission. In the end, our dreams of being land owners one day outweighed the glorious thrill of treading on forbidden ground. This venture could have very well been the capstone to our trespassing career. But, I digress. Looking through the pictorials, I feel almost as if I'm visiting a sort of Titanic shipwreck...on land.
I can't really explain the magnitude of the place...my writing is mediocre at best. Photos will have to suffice. I've dug up the best I could find on the net, please visit the links if you wish to step inside the walls of this grandeur in architectural deterioration.

September 20, 2009

There's this guy


and it's his birthday.

September 17, 2009

Long Time Passing

Mary Travers
11/9/36 - 9/16/09

Seems we're on the losing streak lately, with Swayze's death only two days before Travers.
Peter and Paul are left to carry on.

Death in threes. I don't know if it counts or not, but Guiding Light is signing off tomorrow after 72--count them--72 years. I grew up with most of my female family members hooked on The Young & The Restless, so I can't really say I know very much about Guiding Light. According to CNN (and the rest of the world), reality TV has officially taken over.

September 1, 2009

Mugshot of the Day

It's rare that I get the chance to blog about former rivals, enemies and schmucks. I can't describe the exhilaration I felt when I scrolled to find one of my biggest childhood enemies behind bars.
Once upon a time, in a land hot and humid filled with the scent of sulfur, there was a young mutant who we all knew as "Sloth". Now, if you're a Goonies fan, then you'll know who I'm referring to.
This guy looked just like the basement brother chained to the wall...and he chose me as his arch enemy. I'm assuming it's because I decided to date his best friend.
Sloth decided to take charge of the situation. He was determined to make me suffer, and so began the war. Walking to my car after school I noticed several large roofing nails under my tires--my boyfriend, being so kind and careful, told me he witnessed Sloth placing the nails under the tires. (Thanks Keith!)
Once I started my senior year, I drove a new car--big mistake. Sloth had his chance to make a statement, and he made it on the passenger side door of my 1998 Camaro.
Several police statements later, we found that there was no way to pin the crime on Sloth because our country high school chose NOT to place security cameras in our parking lot. Imagine that.
Did I mention that Sloth's driving record isn't exactly perfect? This isn't his first DUI--but money talks (obviously). I guess it's easy to compare to the long trips on the interstate where you're passed by some crazed drunk driver with Kentucky plates, wishing that the state troopers would do their job when five miles down the road you find them pulled over and handcuffed. It's a sweet feeling. That's how I feel seeing this face behind bars...sweet. Karma is almost always a bitch.

August 15, 2009

It's their anniversary...


The kids back in '76...33 years and counting.

July 11, 2009

8 Buttons

When the peyote wears off...the pants come off.