Here's Looking at You Kid

This is for Mick who tagged me over on his blog Everyone Goes to Mick's. Everyone goes there...you should go there too.

So, apparently I'm suppose to put up a picture that represents me. Oh boy, geee wizz thanks Mick , I'm gonna really have to think about this one because the possibilities are of course limitless. How could I possibly chose just one picture that represents who I am as a person. Then I started thinking...for the most part, the people who read my blog (you all) see a one sided view of me. You see this smiling vintage loving image of me but in all reality that is only one side of me and the other side is nothing but a big goofy, dork! So, I thought why not show that side of me... the dark side!

At times....okay really it's all the time, I am known for making really strange faces to display my emotional feelings towards something. Common statements heard from my students are as follows....Miss stop looking at me like that, Miss what's wrong with your face, Miss didn't like that, look at her face...etc etc. I could so never be a card shark...everyone would know what I had in my hand just by looking at my face. So, here it is Mick....this one's for you and please notice there are no carrot sticks shoved up my nose! The side of me you never see.....

Now, I'm sure you are all asking.."what the hell happened to poor MaryDeluxe for her to make a face like that??" Am I constipated?? No! Am I practicing my Mr Yuck impersonation?? No...but the resemblence is uncanny don't ya think. I mean except for the green part. So what then MaryDeluxe??

Well first off this picture is from like 5 years ago and at the time I was living with my favorite ex-bf! He and I were like the bestest of friends and we did so many fun projects together (look how much fun I'm having...it's written all over my face!)....and as you can see, I got my coveralls on and I'm sitting on the hood of what was my 53 Ford and damn if I didn't just bust up the new front windsheild that we almost had completely put in. Do you know how hard it is to put a windsheild in a car...this was the second attempt and the second broken windsheild. Broken window+ pissed off MaryDeluxe = Mary Yuck Face. But the picture is priceless!!! So, there you go Mick....... Goofy MaryDeluxe woman of 1,000 faces!

Who wants to play my game??? Duck, Duck, Duck....Goose! I tag...

Monica a Collector of the Kitsch @ Black Olives on My Fingertips
The Inkster @ ShrinkyInky's Fine Adventure
The Sassy Little Mama, Art Deco Dame@ Pretty Little Things
Miss CherryBubbles @ Past Life Vintage Living in a Modern World
MissB @Living in the Past

January 18, 1964

Happy 46th Wedding Anniversary to my Aunt Georgia and Uncle Joe!!

Miss Georgia Ann DeVine daughter of Mr. and Mrs. George C DeVine New Oxford and Joseph Conrad Becker son of Mr. Mr. and Mrs. Joseph C Becker New Oxford were married Saturday at 10am at Immaculate Conception Church New Oxford.

Rev. Arnoldin performed the double ring ceremony and was celebrant for the nuptial Mass. Miss Josita Bevenor New Oxford cousin of the bride was soloist. Miss Maria Noel New Oxford was the organist.

The bride was given in marriage by her father. (Grandpa!!!) Miss Mary Frances DeVine (my Mommy!!!) sister of the bride and Miss Mary Frances Krichten McSherrystown were bridesmaids. John Becker New Oxford brother of the Bridegroom was best man. Ushers were Dennis H Eltz McSherrystown and Douglas Long Hanover.

About 150 guests attended a reception at the church Social hall. The couple will reside at 36 Nth St. McSherrystown.

Mrs. Becker is a graduate of Delone Catholic High School McSherrystown and is employed by Blough-Wagner Mfg Co. Inc. She is a student at Peg Horn's School of Cosmetology. Mr. Becker is a graduate of New Oxford High School and served in the US Army in Germany. He is employed by Schultz Chevrolet Inc.

That's my mommy aka the blond bombshell on the left but Aunt Georia is quite the blond bombshell herself! Way to go Uncle Joe!

My Mom has told me stories about what great dancers Uncle Joe and Aunt Georgie use to be! She said they looked amazing together out there on the dance floor! Apparently Uncle Joe was pretty smooth on the dance floor! I've seen them a few times dancing at family weddings over the years and it's very obvious that they've had a lot of fun dancing together. I wonder if that's how they met? I'll have to ask about that one. Don't you just LOVE the jacket my aunt is wearing in that top picture!!! I wonder if she still has it and her dress?


*All pictures provided by my sassy cousin Sheri....daughter of the above! Oh and more thingy...if you look at the post of my grandfather holding the hands of 2 little kids, The little one on the right is Aunt Georgie!

More Love Letters From 1941

In this letter George talks about a not so pleasant moment with Fran. What did you do Grandpa?? I guess Grandpa didn't think it was very unpleasant at all. I can just imagine Grandma telling the priest about her most unpleasant moment with Grandpa the next day in confession. I wonder how many Hail Mary's she got for that one?? Good excuse though Grandpa....a fella and a gal can't go around all the time praying...classic! Something tells me that if Fran's Mother knew about the not so pleasant moment, she would worry more when Fran goes out with George!


February 26, 1941

Dearest Fran

Received your letter yesterday, which sure was a surprise, and this is the first chance I have had to answer it. I was going to write last night but I worked until 12:30 disinfecting chicken fountains for the peeps, then I had to get up early this morning and help load hogs, with the boss. A swell job before breakfast, you should try it some time. I believe you would eat better.

Fran, I am glad to hear that your Mother doesn't worry when you are with me. It makes a man feel good to know that. I know that my Mother thinks a lot of you because she is never up when I get home, as long as she knows that I am going out with you, everything is ok. As far as our not so pleasant moment that you call it Fran, it looked alright to me at the time, because I sure do love you Fran, and I believe that you feel the same about me, at least I hope so. A fellow and girl can't go around all the time praying, after all we are only human. But i guess we can find other things to do, to keep us occupied, when we are together. And I want us to be together for a long, long time.

Things out here on the farm are moving along rather nicely, we are beginning to see some sure signs of spring. Five of the hogs are getting ready to have pigs, and incidentally we had twin lambs today. Mother and children are doing ok. That's three lambs out of two sheep, not bad. Six more sheep to go. Well honey I have lots more to tell you, but will wait until I see you. It seems that Friday will never get here. Good nite Fran.

Love George


My Grandpa the cad! Thanks for not praying all the time Grandpa!

Fran worked as a telephone switch board operator for the local telephone company in New Oxford. I believe that one or two of her sisters also worked there too. I will have to check on that more? I do love how once again George gets inappropriate and asks for the job with her as long as he could work with one hand! I'm also not sure what he means by his P.S. comment?

March 4, 1941

Dear Fran : -

Please excuse me for not writing at an earlier date, but this is the first chance I have had to let you know, that I am still thinking of the most beautiful, most precious, one and only, piece of humanity in the United States, including Canada, all points, N.E.S. and W. Hi honey.

Boy oh boy, what a weekend, snow shoveling from 6:30 Sat morning until 5 Sat night. I don't care if I never see snow again. There wasn't a bit of snow in the fields, it all seemed to drift out on to the road.

Coming home Sat morning I tried to drive around one of the drifts and skid into a ditch, so there I was at 2 in the morning, a mile from home and without a shovel. The next time I will listen to Mother. So I left the car sit, and walked home, boy my ears are still thawing.

It took the neighbors, a tractor and about 3 hours of shoveling to get the car out the next morning. After that we had to open the rest of the road.

The neighbors sure had a swell time kidding me. But I told them the date I had the night before was worth it so that shut them up.

How about seeing you again Friday? Or do you work that night? If so, write and let me know what night suits you best. They're all the same to me.

How's everything in N.O./ including yourself? And how did you make out with the night operator? if I can work the same hours as you do, I'll take the job. Providing I can do the work with one hand.

Well honey I guess I had better close and hit the hay. it's 12:30. If you can't make this out, blame it on the shoveling. so long Fran.

Love
George

P.S. a few pills, for your strange illness
xxx

Happy Birthday DeluxeVille!

Can you believe it? Welcome to DeluxeVille turned one on January 5th and I totally missed it! See, this is why I don't have children. I could just imagine the places I would accidentally leave them...."Hey, lady there's a baby on the roof of your car!" I would totally be Joan Crawford for sure..."WIRE HANGERS!! How dare you bring wire hangers into my vintage house." ....now you've forced me to beat you with them. Okay, I'm so just joking about this...I have yet to lose a student on a field trip and I try really hard not to slap them around. But maybe that's because those are other people's children??? hehehehe

Anyway, back to my point of this whole post...Happy Birthday DeluxeVille!! I would also like to take a moment to thank you all for reading, commenting, making me laugh, and in general making me feel less alone in this vintage obsession of mine. It's just really nice to know there are so many other vintage whack jobs out there in the world just like me! I heart you all!

To reward you for all your love and devotion, DeluxeVille is having a giveaway! Yes, I said giveaway!!! So, it's my pleasure to present the DeluxeVille Birthday Giveaway 2010!

Yes, that's right...it's ALL for one lucky lover of DeluxeVille! A perfect kit for any vintage loving 50's gal!
This all vintage giveaway includes.....

• purse
• coin purse
• eye glasses
• eye glasses case
• chiffon scarf
• clip on earrings
• sparkle hat with rhinestones
• secrets of hair styling....I would tell you more about it but it's a secret! shhhhhhh

To enter for the giveaway all you have to do is leave me a comment telling me what was your most favorite DeluxeVille post from the last year! Maybe it was the time I set off my parents security system and the police came? Or perhaps it was one of my many ER visits from last year?? hehehehe With all my extremely amazing adventures, the possibilities are endless!

XOXO,
MaryDeluxe

Hot Rod Days

I got a hot rod Ford
and a two dollar bill
And I know a spot right over the hill
There's soda pop and the dancin' free
But if you wanna have fun come along with me

Dear Ex-boyfriend, I never told you this but I use to drive the car around all the time when you were at work! :)

XOXO,
Your best gal...
MaryDeluxe

A Woman's Ruin

A woman's ruin is....
Falling in love with houses that I can never have. I also have a bad habit of falling in love with men I can't have. (Call me Antonio...bring your tools!!) I 've also discovered that it's way easier to get over not getting the man verses the house! :) (see Antonio, I can live without you but could I borrow your tools??) Here's the house I've fallen in love with recently.... and of course there's this guy at the gym but I don't think he knows I exist...hmmm I wonder if he's got power tools???

February 24, 1941

I think George laid it on a little thick in this letter. But really, who could blame him! Watch out Frances! It sounds like my grandfather had a hard time keeping his hands to himself.

Frances...one swell girl. George's one and only best girl in the wide, wide world.

Dearest Frances

Once more I sit at home, all by myself, in a dark, dark, mood wishing my Fran were here to put me back in the pink. Gosh how I do miss you Hon.

Dad and Jim came up tonight, and after supper they went to look at tractors, taking Mother along, and dropping her off at Bermudian for a lesson in knitting, or what ever it is she is doing. So here I sit, with hundreds of beautiful young hens out in the chicken house and not a hand anywhere for me to hold. By the way Fran, how is your hand? I am awfully sorry I acted so beastly last night, and I won't do it again. (Till the next time) Which will be Friday. If I am not over there by 7:15 I will see you in church, so leave room in your pew for me.

Well this morning at breakfast I asked Mother what she thought of my honey, she just gave me one of her sly smiles, and said she wasn't ready to make a statement, but that it was all right if I brought you around again, I believe she thinks you are swell, only she won't tell me. One of the pups you were holding last night, asked me this morning who the swell girl was, and if you were going to be around very much, I said what do you think I'm praying for. Rain?

How did the church dinner go today? If I would have had time I could have gone for some oysters, but as it is I don't believe I will get there at all, such is life on a farm, you get about one night off a week, and then when you go to see your one and only best girl in the wide, wide world she sends you home in 3 1/2 hours. I believe I will strike for longer hours. Would you mind?

Well it's time to turn the lights off the chickens, and start scraping eggs, 4 baskets to wade through, so I will close, and remain, with all my love

George