December 29, 1963, Appleton Post-Crescent
Mr. Kurowski's hobby reminds me of ham radio operators who mail each other postcards to acknowledge their contacts. And it's also reminiscent of having a pen pal. I had known of service members who would exchange audio tapes with family members during long absences from home. But I didn't know there was an established hobby with its own label for its members...tapespondents.
December 12, 1959, Appleton Post-Crescent
Long time readers of this blog know that this was an airplane hangar at the George Whiting Airport dating back to the 1920's. When I was growing up in the 60's, this building was a Goodwill. Later it became a Kitz and Pfeil hardware, which it remains today. I never knew what evolved out of that airport over the years, but this photo fills in some of that gap. Gotta love the old cars.
December 23, 1939, Menasha Record
I've spent considerable time thinking about what this represents (really, too much time, lol). Is this some kind of hangover fever dream from imbibing too much Walter Bros. beer? Is Santa taunting him with a necktie for Christmas because he has enough ties to stock a clothier and he wants virtually anything else? Or is it some subtle reminder that his shopping isn't completed? And why is Santa flying (with wings) like an angel? Christmas minded blog masters want to know.
December 24, 1947, Appleton Post-Crescent
Santa looks like he needs a little meat on his bones during the Eagles party at the Brin. Regardless of Santa looking like he'd been using Ozempic, these kids weren't having it. Even if he'd appeared in Bermuda shorts, no matter, ol' Santa would still have gotten the job done.
December 17, 1947, Menasha Record
Santa's little elves have been working overtime as agents of Linsdau Florists to make your home presentable in time for Christmas. Many years later, these elves will be notable for residing "on a shelf" and keeping all good little children in line with their surveillance skills.
November 24, 1965, Neenah-Menasha Daily Northwestern
Seeing as it is still in the vicinity of our recent Thanksgiving holiday, I dare to cross backwards into November to remind all of our blog readers of the famous Hotel Menasha smorgasbord. Dare I say a $1.35 feast even in this year of 1965 sounds like a bargain. And with the special dispensation of the bishop, one can definitely put the thoughts of leftover turkey behind with meaty Macaroni and Lasagna.
