Having come upon my Great Grandmother's text for her 1927 course in cosmetology, I believe that I have learned the origin of the electric chair. I have to lay my hands on the book again to quote it -- I believe it's in a box along with her antique basket of hair devices and the first lock of hair she ever cut off a customer's head. A year and a few months on, I am still going through my Mothers' things (it is definitely becoming a life-long career), and finding the most .... interesting.... things. (Forgive me if I've mentioned this before -- I have spent several months wandering lost through the wonder and detritus of her life.) 'Course, there *are* some 1920's Ladies Home Journals (the ads are enough to keep me laughing all day), a (real) slate my Great Grandfather used in grade school when he was a child, signed with his name & dated 18something (before the advent of now antiquated paper & pen, when PDAs and laptops were not even a gleam in the teachers' eyes). There are also bank statements from the 1970's. And every greeting card and piece of correspondence anyone in the family ever received, every picture ever snapped, every slide, every reel of film, every bit of her childrens' homework from public school, and glass....milk glass, depression glass, Avon decanters, chachkas beyond belief, blown glass miniatures, clip on earrings, cookie tins filled with random buttons, mounds of fabric & dozens of shoeboxes of sewing patterns (her seamstress days), hundreds of paints oil & acrylic, and brushes (her painting days), sheet music from the beginning of the century to the present -- wonderful and tacky alike, hand-painted China her Dad brought over from Japan when he was overseas in WW2, dried flowers (my God, the dried flowers!), at least 4 book-boxes (the size box you pack books in) of recipes clipped from newspapers & magazines over the last 5 decades (never mind the hundreds of cookbooks), enough wrapping paper to last me from now until eternity if I celebrate every cultural holiday that exists, 148 pairs of shoes at last count (some of which she wore in College but look like they just came off the rack at the store -- she was incredibly meticulous and "dainty"), 5 large hanging closets filled to the brim with garments owned from her College days to present, enough scarves to wrap around the world if tied end to end, dozens of skeins of embroidery thread & patterns & material, dozens of skeins of crochet & knitting yarn and half finished projects... and that's just what's in my back bedroom, several dozen quilts in varying stages of completion. And a few thousand books. I won't talk about the furniture right now. I. simply. can't. But I do think that I have discovered how someone stumbled upon the fact that electric chairs were ... well ... dangerous. It was a misguided attempt at treating facial complexion issues. Trust me on this one. Julie Krueger rapidly becoming a ruthlessly discarding minimalist (my trash man hates me) On Thu, Apr 3, 2008 at 3:00 AM, Eric Yost <mr.eric.yost@xxxxxxxxx> wrote: > >> Erin has an electric chair? > > Another game you win by losing ... musical electric chairs! > > > ------------------------------------------------------------------ > To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, > digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html > ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html