WHOA! Check this Pipe-Smoking Sailor's POST-NAVY Life in the 1950-60s Thru DIGITIZED PHOTOS w Music!
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Here's to hoping he had a very happy life!
Wow, this man is truly very stunning. 👌 I have to say, though, it reminded me of every time a Tailor asked me to which side I dressed, 😅 Seriously ↘️
I was just going to mention that! He was certainly packing a little bit of happiness for someone(s)! 😂
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His tailor made sure that he was well accommodated for.
Neat to see scenes of SF and California from way back then!
Yes. Even spotted Solvang! Doesn't look too different today.
This has my motor running. ❤
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That pipe smoker was packing 👍🏼
SUPER handsome (and the pipe adds even MORE to that)... and he definitely hung to the left
0:17 is a perfect picture of happy friendship.
Great collection !😀
A man's man, that's for dang sure!
Yes, I suspect he was.
Big "pipe", for sure !
Well...... We all know why he looks so relaxed and confident😆😆
He sure liked his tight pants!!!
An extra piece of material can be added to a man's tailored dress pants that restricts his package to his leg so a budge isn't produced. I worked with such a man, and no one realized what he hid, until we had a company wide casual dress day, and he wore a pair of jeans with stove pipe legs, popular at the time, tailored to accommodate hm. But even stove pipe jeans with an extra piece of material strategically located could hide what he carried when we went from office space to tag football on the lawn, and he ended up on the ground with his legs in the air. In an all male environment, a bulge like that will unsettle even the straightest guy.
I had to takevs second look, but this pipe smoker definitely had a second pipe in his pants!
A lefty lol
Well............ DAYUMMMMMM!!!!
Despite all of those recessions in the last half of the 1940s, in the wake of W.W. 2, life was good (and much more elegant than the less tasteful 1950s to follow), standards were high, and it was just so much fun to be alive. I recall, for example, how much my parents loved to consort with a prosperous young couple kitty-corner to us. The guy was a handsome junior executive type, played the marimba and vibraphone at home, and raised a privileged but nice daughter, whom I and my little brother loved to visit with, since she had all of the most desired children's books, toys, and general kid's stuff that any 1940s child would crave. Ah, such memories! (The son of Katya, the Russian ballerina of the June Taylor Dancers, our neighbour to the right of us, had the most glorious boys' toys, many of them Russian and hand-crafted, which made it worth putting up with being pelted with blocks and other toys-turned-missiles. I would play with him and his wonderful toys for hours upon hours! I wonder what ever became of little Vladimir.
Thank for this vibrant slice of neighborhood life during happier times. Post-war life seems so substantial and meaningful. You set my nostalgia into overdrive, thank you. 🙏✌️ Lets hope Vladimir navigated life well and found success.
To this day, I bear scars from the blocks and other toy projectiles that Valdimr threw at me. He had a good aim at what he targeted. His carved wooden toy soldiers were incredibly beautiful, so infinitely nicer than short plastic soldiers (rubber back then) that one found in the dimestore. k@@808spelunk
Vladimir's wooden soldiers were larger than what most American kids had, with articulated limbs. a bit like marionettes, but without the strings. They would be able to stand, not to dangle. They did not look like W.W. 2 soldiers, but rather as Tsarist troopers. Very cute.
I am afraid that I am not a former sailor whose photos would be of much use to your programme. I never have been particularly enthusiastic about the camera and I never became much of any good using one. There are not even enough photos in my paltry collection of them to reflect even enough of my family and friends. The only important photos for an outsider are those of the rhythm 'n' blues band of which I was bassist (and occasionally pianist), which because of circumstances gained some notoriety regarding the civil rights movement and the spread of American pop music in the beginning of the 1960s rather early in the "rock era" to the Middle East and to Africa, where we made a huge impact and toured under the auspices of the U.S. Department of State and of the Pentagon, which co-sponsored our touring, in the favous "People to People" programme. @@808spelunk
🏴🇬🇧 Aloha Andy, damned a good spread of the guy through the ages and fashions! Those 'dressing in layers' later images are soooo up to date, yet they would have been taken in the late 70's? He came from a good gene pool, his younger thick head of hair down to his later 'flat top' style 👍👍 He was different too as he used an aircooled VW flat 4 slope back (with steel slide back sunroof) when others around him were in Detroit monster yank tanks 🧐 I think you posted an image of him a while back looking very preppy with a Renault Caravelle/Floride car. He appears to have been a very European motor minded guy? Dare I even hint at he gives of the vibes of being a man for men more than a family guy. I don't think you/we will know the history of his archived images but imagine if his family could be reunited with them. Cheers DougT 🏴
Yes I suspect you're right about him being a man's man. I'm always impressed by how you're able to pick apart these collections and pull out all the finer details; what a vocabulary of product names and styles through the ages you've got. 💪👍 Re family, hard to know.. Some men end up at the very end of the tree if we choose not to marry. Not to say we don't form our own however, "family" needn't have anything to do with gene pools; rather it's who we choose to love and associate with. 🤙💘
@@808spelunk Chosen family can be sooooo much better than the family you're born into. I know it all too well...
put that in your pipe n smoke it🐎