Designed for hands-free shopping, this revised and expanded 9th edition is complete with 2009 pricing and reproduction information for more than 160 patterns of Depression glass, Fire-King, and 1940s and 1950s patterns, including new discoveries. No other book on glassware of the 1920s-1950s provides more comprehensive and beneficial information in such a compact, user-friendly format. You find complete listings of thousands of pieces in all colors, measurements, and even a ruler on the back cover! Don't leave home without this handy reference in your pocket.
Barbara and Jim Mauzy are Pennsylvania antiques dealers, collectors, and enthusiasts of kitchen items from the 1920s-1950s. This is their fifth in a series of Mauzy speciality books.
I was born 29th January 1930 into a Christian family. I was Christened Stanley James, but have always been known as Jim or Jimmy. I started school at four and a half and went on to what you might call the middle school from seven to ten years old.The middle school was a Church School, and I joined the choir aged seven as a Soprano with David Faser, The son of a local baker.I was confirmed by the Bishop of Ely when I was nine years old.I left the choir at fourteen years old because my voice didn't break, but became unsettled. In the first A class at that school, we were taught by a lady, Miss Hubbard, who became Mrs Cattell whilst I was at that school.I must have had an eye for ladies' legs at that age, because I remembered following a lady 'some 40 years later' in town, and thinking they are Miss Hubbard's legs. I hurried past her to confirm my suspicions, and found that I was correct. I didn't speak to her, and let her know my thoughts.The next class was taken by a man with a wooden leg ndash; 'Peg Leg Pool'. If I hadn't been caned during the day, he would cane me before I went home, saying I must have done something wrong at some time during the day and he hadn't seen me. I have checked this with God, and He tells me I am correct.The next master, The one For The senior class, was a perfect gentleman, and my hands had a chance to heal. He can be seen on the station platform looking in boy's heads for livestock as the evacuees came off the train from London in 1939.The picture of this happening is in the book 'Junctions around Wisbech', they were the Stationer's School. They boy more tidily dressed than the others, was from a Catholic School ndash; Saint Alloweasiers, and was looking straight at the camera.He was seven, I was nine, and he told the story that we had a fight when we met, because that was how Londoners proved themselves.I won, because I was bigger. When his parents paid a visit To The couple that housed him, his name was Roy, he was not allowed to be seen with me, because I was too rough, clean but rough. But he was allowed to be seen with another of the boys, whose father was an insurance agent.We stayed friends for 59 years, until he died of cancer in 1998.I passed the scholarship at the second attempt when I was eleven years old.I had one year at the senior school, before going To The local grammar school.I remembered an instance in that year, when the whole class was being caned for some reason, and each boy was asked by Charlie Calver the form master, 'hand or your BTM?' I must have been last, and I said 'nowhere thank you sir.' I was told to sit down. it always pays to think before you answer, and then answer the question asked.I went on To The Grammar School, and it was like another world, you knew the agenda For The day, where you were supposed to be, and when, and you just made your way there on your own and was not lined up and marched from A to B.We were given lines, As punishment, As well as 'detention' back into school for two hours on a Saturday morning, with about ten minutes break halfway through.The teacher who took the one and only detention I attended, was an old woman, not in any shape or form a lady, In wartime the heads had to employ what they could get. She had us sit with our arms folded behind our backs For The whole two hours, needless to say, I preferred 'three of the best', unless I was unlucky and given an extra one or two for good luck.I always went To The headmaster on a Friday, after the detention book had been round and explained that I had to help my father on a Saturday, it saved me wearing three pairs of pants, For days until I was called for 'caning'.On one occasion, The head Mr Chesters, known as 'The Old Man', gave me two strokes and then asked me "Have you got two pairs of pants on Negus?" I said "No sir, three," he said he was going to give me one for luck, So you had better have two.This old woman I mentioned earlier, took us for art - always dr