The ye ole Window

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“The old frail construct, made of glass and a wooden frame, try not to breathe too hard near it or it might just fall a part“ Gun Roswell

Old, frail, inconvenient, hard to handle? 

Just the same, it has lasted a long while, even giving a few smiles, the delicate framework, the painted artwork, all of it from the past, refitted to a modern day cast. 

And so, serving a purpose once again, the window, lending a peek through time, as how else would any of us learn, of our past, the long history, present there, through this, very old looking glass.

Ancient tech

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“Going old school style can be so totally cool. The tech almost ancient, but still working! And that is just the best, nostalgia!” Gun Roswell

Ancient tech

Discarded, tech out of date
Software update, came too late
Ancient, in the eyes of youth
For collectors, an item smooth

Maybe still salvageable
To a mode more palpable
It may not be an “apple”
Most likely, with it
You can play scrabble

Do not throw away
Even if it does not play
Use it on full display
A reminder of ages past
And, that nothing,
Was meant to last

Phone Home Maybe?

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“Our daily lives are so mundane, alas what can you do? Someone perhaps sue?” Gun Roswell

Phone Home Maybe?

A dialer device
From a different era
Had to suffice
Let me tell ya
An analog connection
No visual perception
No texting
Sure no sexting
Just a calling machine
The only mean
For ancient times
But oh how time flies
Now we all have
A mobile device

Que Sera, Sera

The waiting maid by the door

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“Those who served in the past, with little or none in compensation and with too much to do, never a moment to their own, only a resting place in the end” Gun Roswell

The waiting maid by the door

The young woman stood there, by the door, not sure whether she could step inside, onto the floor, after all, she was there only for one purpose, to serve, the family, those who would have her, a labourer for the day, working for minimal wage.

She wasn’t educated by any means, but what she lacked in knowledge, she always managed to compensate with courage and hard labour, never the one to shy away from any given task, no matter how hard and long it would last.

When the working day was done, staring in the early morning hours and ending by nightfall, when the rest of the family had fallen, sleep catching, as only then was she allowed to take a rest, for a few hours until the next arriving day break.

This circle of her life went on for years to come, until she was finally done, getting a proposal from the farmer’s son and off and married she was, not her goal in life, but way back when, this was how a woman’s life was spent… or then again, perhaps, it wasn’t in the so distant past after all?

The red house at the end of the road

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“There is just something about red houses, the grandma feel of it all, no matter tall or small in size, they always look so nice“ Gun Roswell

The red house at the end of the road

The colour so bright, it was shining through, in the sun’s light, the greens could not cover or hide it, no matter how much they might just have tried.

Following the path ever so narrow, it was easy to find the yellow coloured doorway, but entering was a tad tricky, as the door seemed to had gotten sticky, but finally making way, for those looking to step in.

But the trip over and getting to have a look-see of what is going on inside of a red house, at then end of the path, was well worth the quest and the trip over to experience this, little house from the ancient past, grandma’s home for sure, or something similar.

Another Rocker of a Chair to sit on

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“A seat, not with wheels, but something better, which leads to a rocking motion, soothing and well, perhaps lulling the seated one, to a sleepy existence” Gun Roswell

Another Rocker of a Chair to sit on

The old school chair, still has its lure, the oddly shaped legs of it, not really the four excepted, rather reminiscent more of a sleigh, gliding across the floor, but still, remaining where it was laid.

The rocking back and forth, might just seem odd, then again, if the sitter, lets its affects gain control, on the body and perhaps even the soul, then soon enough, a sense of calm will be gained and then, falling asleep somewhat deep or perhaps not, but at least a nap of sorts. 

And it will all be thanks, to this rocker of a chair from the past.

House by the lake

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Living by a body of water, certainly is on the bucket list of plenty of dwellers, but yeah, it would be totally great live there“ Gun Roswell 

House by the lake

A house, built on top of the rocky hill, gives the onlooker chills, as it’s just by a cool looking lake, and that kind of a place, is just the best, at least during the seasons where the temperatures are warm and totally nice, the weather somewhat mild, and chilling down by the calming lake, well, there really is no better place, for spring or summer.

But, when the damp and cold October winds start, the house by the lake is starting to feel less of a place nice, with the howling winds and pouring rain, leaving a bunch of stains all over, the cold seething into the old bones… but the warming fires inside and out, keep them warm way into the darkest of nights, making the feel and looks all cozy without a fright.

And then soon enough, it is winter time, the freezing ice covering the lake, and then things don’t look as loaded with strife, as the old skates come off the hook, taking it out there on the lake, swirling around on the icy cover on a sunny but cold day, and hey, all bundled up and prepared, the house by the lake is simply great, no matter the season, so yeah, no complaints!

London Calling

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“London just might be calling, but I ain’t fallin’ for that trap! Because you know, they left us, the union, so, guess they don’t want us there anymore?“ Gun Roswell

London Calling

The doors painted bright red, as is the whole boxset, like an alarm or giant sign, they were there, a reminder of the good old days, where nobody would be glaring at their small mobile phone all day.

Placing calls, only if you could afford, a coin inserted to the slot, and on the dot, well, with some effort, fingers numbing from rotating the disk filled with long numbers.

And if memory had suffered a loss, then the only boss, was the thick of the phone book, with names and numbers written down, reading needing to be fundamental.

Still, now, they are a picture perfect reminder of what once was, as no modern day kid, can even realise, what effort it took, just to phone home, never mind chatting, netting or ‘graming the whatever each and every moment of the day.

All hail the phone booth of yesterday!

Red tram ride

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“Ride on the old tram, painted in the colour of red, just because it looks so cool” Gun Roswell

Red tram ride

The old school car of a tram painted in the brightest colour of red, the seats none too many left as everyone and their pet, wanted to take a ride, on the tram car painted so bright.

Hopping in from the stop, and onto the seat plopped, the vehicle slowly but surely starting to move, along the tracks with a potent kind of a groove.

And once on the move, there was no stopping the forward momentum, and so, the rest of the day spent in full admiration, of the nostalgic ride, passing the vistas of the countryside.

Setting sail old school style

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Finland

“Setting sail from a place where land meets the sea, well of course, why would you want to paddle on dry land?” Gun Roswell

Setting sail old school style

The land lush and green but the outlook of the eternal blue seas is simply too strong to resist and so, choosing a vessel to set sail out there in this sphere also coloured mostly in blue and as the hues are so totally inviting, there really is no way in fighting the urge to get on the waters and sail all across the world.

So, why not select a ship which is made in the ways of the olden worlds, the creaky wooden decks and the somewhat faded sails, all the hard labour before going anywhere else, it all make sense when becoming nostalgic and then boarding on the yesteryear made vessel, as there will be a lot of hassle, just getting out of the harbour.

But the payoff is as good as all the work put into getting the ship out there and when reaching the perfect winds, the ride as smooth as sin, enjoying the time oh so very fine on the blue waters sailing away, until finding whatever was sought there in the first places, maybe it was simple peace or maybe, a good kind of adventure.