Here is time for another chapter in our travel-in-time pilgrimage through wine-related pictures foraged on the fleamarkets and sidewalk sales. I'll repeat my anthem that these pictures are a window into a way of being, a way of life and interaction between family members and friends or colleagues long time ago (relatively). When these pictures were shot they were certainly of no special value except for the close family but with the perspective of the years, details appear and we get aroused by an ambiance that help us understand how people lived and interacted at that time. There was no social media to share pictures around instantly and these scenes remained mostly very intimate, the pictures being probably showed around on special occasions, displayed in special albums where a conscientious mother or father wrote with a studious care the place and date. For these pics found randomly here and there, the only informations about the location & date can be found on the back of the prints, but many have nothing written and in this case, you know the rules, I'll add an estimated date. Now, grab a glass of good wine and do this time travel...
Here on this picture above the date février 1958 was written elsewhere on the page, the caption under this one picture reading la Chandeleur, which means Candlemas in French, a special Christian day where people feast with crêpes or pancakes, a tradition dating from the end of the 5th century. The scene here seems to take place in a modest working-class appartment, probably in or near Paris and on the top floor of a building (the wall tilts under the ceiling). There is of course the jam pot for the crêpes but also a bottle of wine, certainly for the hard-working father...
These pictures are wonderful! Thanks so much for collecting and sharing them!
Posted by: Sam | March 16, 2018 at 12:07 AM
EXCELLENT TRP TO THE PAST. VIEWING THESE BROUGHT TO MIND PICTURES AT MY LARGE FAMILY REUNIONS AT THE BEGINNING OF SEPTEMBER. I WAS ALWAYS ANXIOUS TO GET AWAY FROM THE ADULTS WHO SAT AROUND TALKING AND PLAY "KICK THE CAN" WITH ALL MY COUSINS. AT A LATER AGE I LOVED SITTING AROUND ALL MY GREAT UNCLES WHO TOLD SOME RATHER CRUDE JOKES. WE WERE ALWAYS SITTING AWAY FROM THE AUNTS.
Posted by: R | March 16, 2018 at 04:38 PM