Thursday, May 30, 2013

Rock, Liz, and other oddments

Use-ta be, you had a junk drawer, or a bunch of old photos rattling around in a shoe box. They could be from any era, but usually all mixed up. Now we have files, but they are no less mysterious.

For obvious reasons, or reasons which should-all be obvious to you-all by now (just look up, stupid!), many of my junk-drawer/catchall photos are of Harold Lloyd. These have a magic that is surreal and dreamlike, in and of another era. What was it like to be there "in the flesh"?

A few aren't Harold. This must have been scanned out of a book. It's Bob Dylan and his first great love, Suze Rotolo, about whom he wrote "Girl from the North Country", "Boots of Spanish Leather" and "Ballad in Plain D". They seem to be made of pure mist. Hard to believe the dessicated old leather saddle that is Dylan ever looked like this.

A few blank greeting cards popped up. Since they were too pretty to send, I kept them.

To think you could once get a FREE (While They Last) Harold Lloyd doll at the Piggly Wiggly! 

These two, later to marry forever, remind me of salt 'n pepper. They just belong together. Both have a surreal, doll-like quality about them.

And speaking of misty surrealism. . . 

Where did I GET these things?

A splendid Wesley Dennis painting of Misty of Chincoteague (who was a real pony!)

Harold meets the Woman at the Well.

This charming French poster for an early Lloyd film (called, I think, I Do) is notable for the bracketed word after his name: "Lui", his nickname in Europe, loosely translated as "him" (you know who I mean, THAT guy!). Imagine such ready identification, closer than Chaplin.

Compare and contrast! I just found this a minute ago and had to include it. What's that strange thing behind Harold, an oven or something? Couldn't be a TV. Note how they left it out of the poster, but included his right hand which was out of sight in the photo (due to his prosthetic glove, which always looked sort of weird).

D'yall need to have this one explained to you?

Didn't think so.


  1. Chincoteague's only about three hours from where I live. Never been to the annual pony penning there, tho.

  2. Oh, how I loved those wonderful Misty books by Marguerite Henry. Turns out she bought Misty for $50 and shipped her to New York in a crate, put her on display for the rest of her life and made a bundle, and made Chincoteague so famous that it's now overrun with tourists and built up with condos.