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Posted by Jim Botticelli October 14, 2013 05:36 PM
On a holiday, even one as benign as Columbus Day, one is tempted to kick back and chill. But not us! DOB never rests. Today, submitted for your approval, comes a photo of the mother of one Valerie Thomas, a DOB contributor, perched on her Ultra-50's counter top gazing out her window, to the streets below, and seeing no freshly fallen silent shroud of snow thank you very much Paul Simon. She is, however, thee mistress of her classic kitchen domain, dressed to kill, in surroundings even today's moderns may envy. And she's doing it right here in Boston, on Bow St, Hyde Park. Sharp eyes will note the presence of a pack of cigarettes cloaked in a protective casing, and a lighter, not of the Zippo mode, at its side. The formica counter tops are pristine as is the modest window plant, perhaps of the cactus variety. The metal plate behind her is the kind of thing one spots in vintage shops priced at about $15 today. The hot and cold water faucet on the sink indicates that at the latest this is in the early 60's. No single water faucet there. Not that early. The thick Venetian blinds, which have made a comeback of sorts, are classic 50's light blockers. The metal door/drawer handles are pure vintage. No brillo visible, no scrunge, and absolutely no plastic scour pad as plastic had yet to make it's presence felt. All things considered, what we are looking at shall never be seen again.
Columbus sailed the ocean blue
In fourteen hundred ninety two
For many weeks he was at sea
With sailing ships at number three
Yo ho! Yo ho! Yo ho me lads, Yo ho!
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About the authorJim Botticelli, a 1976 Northeastern University graduate, is a retired Boston Public Schools teacher. In college, he drove a cab and learned the city's cow paths. An avid collector of More »
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