To all of us grandkids, she was called Bookie. Since my mother’s death, my brother and I have been culling through all sorts of things. Lots and lots and lots of stuff. And more stuff. One of my jobs is to sort through bushels of loose photos and numerous photo albums. Eventually most of this will have to be scanned by me, but for right now, I’m in need of some fun. Hence the glamour shots are the first to be digitized.
Born and raised in Brooklyn, New York, Bookie followed in the footsteps of her mother and became a model in her late teens. The only difference in their modeling careers was the medium. Bookie had been one of the first photographic models of the twentieth century, while her mother had posed for fashion illustrations in the early 1900s.
I am only posting a sampling of the photos. By following the link below, you will see all types of fashions. From furs, embroidered gowns, hats, beaded evening attire to funky casual and swim wear. The only disappointment is the choice of furniture in the sets. The styling is certainly not art deco. If I hadn’t called your attention to this, you probably would not have noticed.
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My Christmas Decorations. I’ve always loved the quirky seasonal decorations that can easily be overlooked while driving down any street in the Park Cities. Each year in late autumn I replace the three Fabian Aralia trees on the ledge of my front porch wall with three dwarf Alberta Spruce trees which I then decorate for Christmas. My unprofessional decor takes no more than thirty minutes to complete and doesn’t cost me a dime. I love it, and it makes me smile. The next time you’re in my hood, drive by slowly–like ten miles an hour. Only then will my Christmas greeting catch your eye. Don’t blink! Otherwise you’ll miss it.
Joy Brown Bell, 1930–2010. My mother passed away this last Saturday, November 27, after a two year illness. Even though my brother and I knew this was inevitable, there was no way to really be prepared. I feel overwhelmed, but fortunately all the preparations for the funeral mass have kept me busy. The above image is the cover design for the liturgy aid that will be handed out to those who attend the funeral. It is the last design project that I will be doing for my mother.
I have been back and forth from my mom’s house and have gathered a lot of her photo albums, which I will be scanning and posting in the near future. Unbelievably glamorous. There are albums from her modeling days before her marriage, albums of her wedding to my father, albums of my grandmother as a model in the 1920s, and an album of my great grandmother modeling in the early 1900s. But the most fun album is of my mother all glammed up in high fashion and costumes during her debutante days. All of which I would like to share with you.