The Wunderkammer of the Mild Colonial Boy, Esq., a Reactionary Tory Gentleman, who armed only with a Steampowered Babbage Engine and Pure Intentions, wanders the Time Streams and Aetheric Plane gathering an Eccentric Hodgepodge of Curiousities, Frivolities, Whimsicalities and Nonsense.
Q. Why is your Tumblelog called "My Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning"?
A. Because "My Grandmother's Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning" wouldn't fit in the available space.
Here’s what was written on the back: “I wonder how you are standing the hot weather. It is simply awful here today. Hope you will soon come back to be with us in HP (High Point) again. Sincerely, GW Clark.” It’s addressed to Miss Edith Taylor of Wake Forest, NC.
Maybe it’s because I’m a native Clevelander, but I get heat stroke here in NC when wearing shorts and a tank top. I can’t imagine what it was like having to wear a full-length dress and a million layers. Wake Forest is about two hours north of me and it never gets quite as warm, but oh my God if there was absolutely no place to go that wasn’t just as hot or hotter than it was outside.