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In my previous post, I shared some of my favorite images from a copy of Capper’s Farmer (November 1941) that I purchased at the Shipshewana flea market this summer. Today, I want to share the rest of my favorite things from that magazine.
The first paragraph of this article states, “Last year an old lady fell and within 6 weeks was dead. If this tragic mishap had occurred only once it would have been bad enough, but it occurred exactly 91 times in Kansas to women between 80 and 84 years of age. Besides that, 128 other Kansas women, younger, vigorous and useful, dies from falls. They didn’t topple from the silo or rooftree. They were safe at home. Their needless passing becomes a part of the distressingly large toll of human lives annually taken by home accidents.” (Rooftree is another term for the ridgepole of a roof.)
The article encourages women to be their own”safety engineer.” At the end of the article, the writer states that, “Home safety [is] still in its infancy…”
This is part of an ad for a baby laxative. Who wouldn’t find the dialogue at the beginning of the article amusing?
“Middle Age.” Chuckle. I have those symptoms some days and I don’t meet the age requirement yet for “Middle Age.”
And finally, some other random bits that I thought you might find amusing.
I’d love to hear what you have thought of these posts. Leave me a comment below.
A fond memory from my childhood is traveling to Shipshewana, Indiana with my grandparents to spend a day at the flea market. It was a lively place, full of antiques and tools and Amish. It is still a fun day trip, but has now turned into a mix between a dollar store, yard sale, antique shop and craft show. But somehow, the flea market hasn’t lost its charm or nostalgia, even though the merchandise has changed quite a bit over the years.
While attending the Shipshewana flea market this past fall, I found a building that I never knew existed and was difficult to leave. It was stuffed with antiques. There was a certain section that was beyond stuffed. Picture overflowing.
Among the piles, I found four copies of a magazine called Capper’s Farmer. Farming runs strong in the blood of my dad’s side of the family. My grandpa farmed corn, beans and wheat and milked cows. My dad and his three brothers are still continuing the farming tradition. Today, my uncle has one of the last family dairy farms in county.
I intended to give these as a gift to my grandma or my dad at Christmas, but I couldn’t part with them after I got them home and looked through them. They are so intriguing and wonderful. The pictures, the writing and the ads all help me to imagine what it would have been like to be a rural American woman in 1941.
I’d like to share with you my favorite things from this issue, November 1941.
Do I know who Kate Smith is or why I should listen to her about baking powder? No, I do not. But I do know that I love everything about this ad and I do wish I could lasso it for that price!
As far as I can tell, this woman would be the image of trouble in 1941!?!?! Or she is the 1940’s version of an auto industry model? I really like her hat, and judging by the look on her face, I think we would have been friends.
“This is Marjorie Woodworth, Chesterfield’s Girl of the Month in the Hal Roach hit “All-American Co-ed” a United Artist’s Release”. I guess if I was a rural American woman in 1941, I would be carrying a dead turkey on my back that I relieved from it’s duties with my shotgun and I would want to celebrate by enjoying a definitely better-tasting and cooler-smoking Chesterfield cigarette. Hhhmmm.
And lastly, an insurance policy and a cartoon. I would like to know what injuries caused by farm animals are actually covered under this policy. How can I get my hands on one of those?
I’d like to hear what you think you look at these pictures. Are they funny? Inspiring? Crazy? Leave me a comment below.