Last July, my dad passed away, and in November, so did my mom. They had lived in their home for 57 years—a very long time. Both of them were Depression Era babies, and the value of saving and not wasting anything was instilled. The keep it because someone might need it idea was what the generation lived by.
My brother-i-law and I sorted shoe boxes of household junk. I picked up a long tube which looked as if toothpicks would have been stored inside it. Dangling from the same chain was something else. I collect Viewmasters and single shot viewfinders.
I suspected the item was indeed a single shot one and peeked through the clear end. “What??!!!” I looked at the device and lifted it to my eyes again. I laughed. My B-I-L said, “What is it?” I said, “This will make your day,” and passed it to him. His laugh was loud and drew the family’s attention. “What is it?” “A viewfinder.” We all had a look.
The truth is I never thought my dad would have one with hoochie coochie girls. LOL. I’m betting it was a Navy thing.
The three women in the pix had bare chests with sombreros strategically placed over their thigh juncture. Curls of blonde hair artfully arranged on their heads. Three legs in a matching jaunty pose. Worthy of a second look.
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