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Posted 15 months, 7 days ago
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At one time these bookends sat in my grandfather's study. I have always love them. When my grandfather passed away my grandma gave these to me. They look beautiful atop the oak lawyers bookcase in the living room. I've never seen another set in all my years of picking. If you have please let me know.
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Great bookends! The use of color takes them to the next level!
Thank you Savoychina1!
Thank you chevy59.
Thank you cis2you.
Is the man a Rabbi, or old European?
Thank you AR8Jason. Sorry I don't have an answer to your question.
http://www.antiquebookendcollection.com/malesmotif/slides/Man%20Reading%2012C.jpg
I believe he is a Rabbi.
You are the man AR8Jason! I don't know how you find all that info, but thanks!
Master Researcher ... that is why you pay me the big bucks.
By the way, does any one know when payday is around here?
I like your photograph spot, because I get to see the umbrella handles in most every photo.
AR8Jason, the check is in the mail!
Thank you jojomang.
Thanks, headed to the PO now.
Don't spend it all on collectibles! LOL
Collectibles ... like Blue Bell Ice Cream and Dr Pepper?
Throw in Girl Scout mint choclate chip cookies and you have a three course meal! Yum !
And a big glass of cold milk!
Dr. Pepper for the adults, milk for the kids...I'm there ! LOL
I'm a 55 year old big kid, I love an ice cold glass of Milk!
I agree with SAVOY ... about the GS cookies, but with that much sugar, the barely in his 40s (only for a couple of more weeks) big kid will take his with ice cold milk too.
So he's turning 50?
I said "barely in my 40s."
Well, whatever age it is, it's only a number! Your as old as you feel. I went to one of my friends 90th birthday. He can still do everything. I hope I can get another 35 years like that.
Next thing you know, you'll suggest we sit around and swap stories about stuff we've accumulated! Pass me another cookie...
Only if you get me another Cold glass of milk.
You got it !
Heck, get us a pot-bellied stove and something to lie about and we could carry on all night!
I've got a nice liars bench!LOL
Did I ever tell you that my great-great grand father had the actual ax that Washington chopped down the cherry tree with ?
I've heard that one, your going to have to do better than that!LOL
He said that to keep it in tip top shape, he had replaced the head twice and the handle five times!
I have the tooth pick that he carved from the tree to pick his wood teeth with. I think you can still see a little bit of Mint Girl Scout cookie on it.
My liars bench is padded.
My brother and I were THAT close to being millionaires ! I had hurt my leg in an accident and had a little money from the settlement. We were going to start a pig farm up in the mountains. With the North Carolinians love of pork barbecue we were a shoo-in!
I bought 10 acres up in the hills. While my brother went to pick up the hogs, I decided to walk the perimeter of the farm. It was quite an effort since I still walked with a cane from the accident. A little over half way, one of North Carolina's deadly timberrattlers lunged at me. Fortunately, it missed me, but its fangs sunk into my cane! That cane swole up so big we had enough wood to fence the entire ten acres! My brother was surprised to see the fencing when he returned. We turned the hogs out and went home for a good nights sleep. Next morning when we got back we saw an awful sight. The swelling had gone down in that fence and it choked them hogs to death! We was back working 9 to 5!
Savoychina1, that is the best one I've ever heard! I better get a few more benches after a story like that. I'm sure there are more to come. LOL
I don't like lying. Mostly I recline.
There was a preacher in a small town walking down the street and saw 5 fourth graders having a little pow wow in the church yard. He went over to find out what all the excitement was and they told him. "You see we found this here kitten and we all wanted him so we decided we would have a lying contest and the one that told the biggest lie gets him."
The preacher told them, "Why when I was a boy your age, I would never have thought of telling a lie."
The boys looked at each other and they all nodded. The boy holding the kitten handed it to the preacher, and they sadly walked off. He had won hands down.
You've got to admit that was a good one! He wasn't lying, just stretching the truth a bit.
You guys are good! I guess we will have flip a coin too see who wins.
AR8 Jason...no reason to talk about my Dad !
He used to tell us 'bout when he got out of Divinity School. He was assigned as a circuit rider. Each Sunday he would go to a different small church. One Sunday he showed up at a new church and there wont (Carolina verb) but one farmer showed up. Well, Dad was young and full of enthusiasm so he gave the full program. There was singing before and after the sermon, an offetory and several prayers mixt in. After the benediction he stood outside to greet the farmer. "How did I do?" he asked, smiling.
"Well," said the farmer,"Every morning I load up a wagon of hay for my 40 head of cattle. If don't but one show up, I don't give him the whole load!"
I was a millionaire a couple of years ago. I made it renting fence posts. When I was living in Montana a few years ago, I heard what happened to some ole boys back in North Carolina while watching a "Hogs Gone Wrong" video, and that gave me the idea for my fortune.
One of the biggest problems the ranchers have out in Montana is the time and man power gathering up cattle. If I could come up with a way to cut down the time and man power, I would make a fortune. So I told all the little boys that I would pay a nickel for each Western Diamond Back they could bring in alive. Kids work cheap and can't count money too well, so I save a lot right there.
When they had gathered up a couple thousand of them, (it took a couple of hours and, may they rest in peace, the three year old Johnson twins didn't make it back with their bag of snakes) we had a old fashioned rattlesnake milking contest. I then took that tooth pick I mentioned earlier and injected all that venom into the one tooth pick and it swelled so that it took five saw mills running 27 hours a day (fortunately days are longer in Montana) to get cut up enough board feet in a months time. I began renting them to the ranchers and told them to just make one fence around their whole place leaving out the house the barn and of course the privy. They thought that was mighty funny and that it was going to make it hard to gather the cows in the spring, but everyone knows me and knows if I say it is a good idea not to ask questions. Just as I had counted on the winter blizzards hit and the circulation slows way down but just as the winter comes so does the Forth of July thaw. I told the ranchers to stand by with enough cattle trucks to haul the cows to market and very small saw to cut the fence off. Sure enough the thaw hit, the woods circulation kicked in and the cattle was gathered in a second flat. It worked so well that it gave us plenty of time to set around and swap lies, but no one out there knows how to lie so they just sat and thought. After awhile they asked me how I came up with the idea, and I told them the story about what happened back in North Carolina. They asked why my plan didn't kill the cows like it did the hogs, and I told them it is the difference in the wood.
I showed them what was left of my tooth pick, the swelling naturally having gone down as well and told them that it came from ole man Washington's orchard. And they said so how is cherry wood any better. I told them that is where the trick is. Everyone knows that it is a myth George Washington cut down his fathers cherry tree. It was the last of the American Rubber trees which has better elastic elements than the Asian rubber trees.
Now I know you don't believe me from the start when I said I USED T BE a millionaire. But it is true. With the wood that wasn't used to make fences, my wife demanded I build her a new Privy of her own. Well, ma was a rather large woman you could say so we built a rather large privy to accommodate her. And while I was out on the Fourth of July with the ranchers, she had just sat down in the privy when the thaw kicked in. In an instant she went from size 12 Mack Truck to a size "00" and grew six feet taller. With her new figure she divorced me and took all my money and now plays professional basketball. She got the judge to award her my earnings for the next twenty years as well.
So I sit and wait, remember I still have most of the tooth pick left.
When I was a boy we were discussing our fathers and every one thought a lot of their pa.
One boy said my father is a poet, and he jots a few words down on paper and he is paid a hundred dollars. The next one said, my fathers is a banker and he signs a piece of paper and it is worth thousands of dollars. The third boy says that ain't nuthin (southern for what it is) my father stands up and says a few words and it takes 8 men to pick the money up. They asked him what his father work was. He said "my fathers the preacher."
We was doin' alright with Pa as a preacher. It was awful lean at first but then Pa come up with a new system. After church he would put all of the offering in one box. Then he would throw it up in the air and say,"Lord, you grab what you want cause what comes down is mine!" That worked for a while until one Sunday I guess the Lord got tired of that and He just took Pa instead!
Can this be true, I never heard anything like this before, surely you too are lying.
I'm not lying and don't call me Shirley...LMAO
Are you a writer, because with an imagination like that you should be!
And don't call me Laverne.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mRmKzxhMzwo
Who a writer?
Just a kid havin' fun, friend, just a kid havin' fun! lol
I've been LMAO!
I am a talker not a writer.
Like Savoy... I am a PK ... and my kids are PKs
Thank you MooreAntique!
Thank you trukn20!
I don't know what I like more, the bookends or the 'true' stories...
LMAO
Thank you Esther110 for the love and stopping by and leaving your comment! Also thank you egreeley1976!
Esther ... I see you found this posting on your own.
Yup!! And I laughed out loud so hard my dog is now convinced I've totally lost it!!
I have never seen these ever to my recollection. I have a book on bookends and I will check it out, but then you may have the book also. I used to sell books on antiques and at that time these would have been a keeper. Anyone who loves books would really love these. Beautiful memory !~
Thank you PhilDavidAlexanderMorris for stopping by! Glad these bookends brought back your beautiful memory.
Thank you shughs!
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Thank you Longings!
Michael
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Michael
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Michael
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Michael
Thank you mtg75 for the love!
Michael
Thank you crswerner!
Michael
Thank you BELLIN68!
Michael
anytime :)