After her death, my mom had a few copies of her Social Security Card in various places in the house. I assume she lost one, then got another. I found this brochure at one point which still has the original stub attached.
What’s cool is that the stub and brochure are in perfect shape. It has to be nearly 70 years old! I assume it was issued around 1952 (only 17 years after the SSA was established).
I love the Monopoly-like illustrations.
When I took things from my mom’s house, how could I pass up this vintage wrapping paper? I’d meant to actually use it, but it’s pretty fragile. I am sure someone who is artistically talented might have use for it.
I first saw the girl at the bottom of the cup about the time I was old enough to drink milk/juice/Kool-Aid from a big-girl cup. I was young enough to wonder who she was. She was always at the bottom of the cup, no matter where I was when I drank from a cup. I remember being reassured that life was normal when she appeared at the bottom of the cup after we’d moved into our new house around the time I was five years-old. I considered her a friend.
At some point I no longer looked for her, but when I did, she was always there. Also, at some point I realized it was my reflection — although her nose was much bigger than mine. Over the years there are long stretches of time that I don’t even think about the girl at the bottom of my cup, but then I see her again.
Lately, in the morning when I take my last few sips of coffee, I notice her there at the bottom of my coffee mug. I think she’s more noticeable when the coffee cup is dark, but she’s there in light colored cups too. I don’t think she’s at the bottom of transparent glassware though. I guess I have never checked.
I wanted to get this on the blog because I don’t think I have ever told anyone about the girl at the bottom of the cup. Now I have. I’ll bet you have someone at the bottom of your cup too.
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