BunnyTime Sunsets and Zen

I spent the day 10 miles up the Keys on a canal. I was with loved ones and friends and it was an most awesome, spectacular day.

All photography was taken by me.

On the radio with DJ freshvintage

2Cynthia_Sig_Aqua copy~says

How did we get on this subject ? Vintage is the one thing I would desire too spend money on.

Remember what is new too you today will be worth some bucks in a Vintage Way years from now.

At any rate. The subject came up because a person posted a photo of his self with his appendage draped across a towel. He advertised it as a towel Holder for females only.

Seriously, I do not recall how we jumped on these two conversations.

I really thought it was a towel holder and wondered why he hadn’t given it to my daughter instead of selling it ?


In the meantime I hung Halloween witches, ghosts, pumpkins, and skeletons. Three of the plastic cats have already fallen.

Put catnip on the fake dog and mouse that is the size of Hempy and China was in fear for her life.

Guess she favors a real cat attack.

Source: On the radio with DJ freshvintage

2Cynthia_Sig_Aqua copy~says…I love the fangs

Dylan Outtakes



The FreeWheelin Dylan


BOB DYLAN “The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan” record album.

This is a RARE one folks, to begin with it’s a white label PROMO radio station DJ copy that lists the four deleted tracks “Rocks And Gravel”, “Let Me Die In My Footsteps”, “Gamblin’ Willie’s Dead Man’s Hand” and “Talkin’ John Birch Blues”, but those songs are NOT on the record itself, it actually plays the songs as listed on the record album cover.


Bob Dylan
Let Me Die In my Footprints

I will not go down under the ground
“Cause somebody tells me that death’s comin’ ’round
An’ I will not carry myself down to die
When I go to my grave my head will be high,
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.

There’s been rumors of war and wars that have been
The meaning of the life has been lost in the wind
And some people thinkin’ that the end is close by
“Stead of learnin’ to live they are learning to die.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.

I don’t know if I’m smart but I think I can see
When someone is pullin’ the wool over me
And if this war comes and death’s all around
Let me die on this land ‘fore I die underground.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.

There’s always been people that have to cause fear
They’ve been talking of the war now for many long years
I have read all their statements and I’ve not said a word
But now Lawd God, let my poor voice be heard.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.

If I had rubies and riches and crowns
I’d buy the whole world and change things around
I’d throw all the guns and the tanks in the sea
For they are mistakes of a past history.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.

Let me drink from the waters where the mountain streams flood
Let me smell of wildflowers flow free through my blood
Let me sleep in your meadows with the green grassy leaves
Let me walk down the highway with my brother in peace.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.

Go out in your country where the land meets the sun
See the craters and the canyons where the waterfalls run
Nevada, New Mexico, Arizona, Idaho
Let every state in this union seep in your souls.
And you’ll die in your footsteps
Before you go down under the ground.


My brother is what I like to fondly call the Mountain Man.

He camps in the great Pacific NorthWest. Pans for Gold, hunts Bigfoot and always has his dog Ripley by his side.

The man of many stories and adventures 🙂

My Bro Bigfoot Bob

Vintage Farm Revisited

All Photographs in this Gallery are the Property of Jenice Martz

Today I was thankful that I had been raised both frugally and lavishly. It taught me many life lessons. I can turn a dime and I can pinch one. The saying used to be a penny but you know inflation and all.

During my childhood we lived in a four room home with no running water and no indoor plumbing. It effected me. I was 12.

I can remember my mama making us rice and beans days in a row.
Turn that around and add a stroke of abundance.
My father was a hustler.
That entailed a hard day’s work or perhaps a win at the local pool
hall…My dad would say bring on the steaks.

I don’t remember ever going to bed hungry.I always was warm in the winter with two stoves to warm us. One was an electric gas stove, the other a kitchen wood burning stove.

I took nothing for granted because I knew of nothing better. The outdoors no matter what the weather was my refuge. Trees made to climb with nature designed limbs to get you to the top. 

Creeks to wade in during the hot summers and skate on in the frozen winters.

Perfect sled runs down hills and hills of freshly fallen snow packed by my Uncle’s snow plow and a drizzle of frozen rain.
Igloo’s of snow built into the side banks next to Grandma’s house. 

Croquet in the yard in the summer time with plenty of sweet Maryland iced tea to satisfy a thirst.

The smells of apple butter and apple cider being made at Butchering time. I can still see the huge vats of pig fat being made into cooking lard. The smoke wafting into the hot putrid air from the remnants of the slaughter. Preparing the humongous slabs of sugar-cured bacon and other parts too be cured in the smoke house.

The Good Old Days

Inside Out


This picture (Alexandre Laurin) brought back a bit of nostalgia.

[Note: Photo has no direct affiliation to this post and is being used for artistic purposes only]

How many of us remember sitting in a room like this ?

A place where we felt confined day in and day out. Five days a week.

School Days.

Thank goodness for the windows, where our minds could wander and we could silence the drill of whatever the teacher was projecting to us.

The knowledge we would need to survive what was waiting outside the windows.

Life, with IF always in the middle with all it’s twists, turns, ups and downs

Comparable to a favorite roller coaster ride at the County Fair

Everyday we are constantly learning, we never stop

School is in recess

We continue to play the game

Copyright ©2013 Cynthia Martz

Vintage Everwear trunk made into a coffee table « Slowly Faded Treasures

Dang, I had an old steamer trunk for years. Kept things hidden away in it and my cat Purrby used it for his napping spot.

Why ? Oh Why did I have the need to give it away. I am sad.

Vintage Everwear trunk made into a coffee table « Slowly Faded Treasures.

May Day~Baby Boomers-Memories

The Maypole was a tree stripped of its branches or wooden pole decorated with ribbon, streamers, flowers, fruit and/or wreaths. Folks would gather around the pole, which symbolized the end of winter, strength and/or prosperity, and weave the ribbons around the pole as they sang and danced.

All photos found on the WWW.

No credit taken.

May Day was yesterday and I am thinking about the big May celebration I used to go too as a child of Elementary school age. All the schools from near and far gathered at Baker Park. Buses lined the street all numbered so children would be accounted for.We wore our school and name badges proudly.

We danced merrily around the May Pole.It was so big and decorated with beautiful flowers.It was great fun. It reminded me of the swing amusement ride at the County Fair.

I always wore my white daddy shirt. My mama would have it washed,and ironed, she even starched the collar; and it did look just like my daddy’s~ only in petite form. My skirt bellowed out from my Crinoline and had two tiny cluster red cherries dangling here and there as a decoration. I liked how they clicked together when I danced.

Oh My ! This is bringing too many memories. I also had a skirt with poodles on it. The famous poodle skirt. I could hula hoop forever in that skirt.

I won $25.00 and a fake gold hula hoop once. It was second prize.

Spoolies Curlers and Dr. Ben Casey Shirts, Saddle shoes,AMBUSH cologne, what were those monkey-like things that everybody wore around their arms???  Oh and empire dresses, I loved those, made my boobs look larger.

Penny loafers came along with the saddle shoes, had too have a choice 🙂 My dad put a dime in my coin slot. I had too be different.

Everyone wore madris.When it was washed the colors would “bleed” and change the tones of the plaid. Fish net stockings, and those with diamond and other intricate designs. MOHAIR SWEATER!  I had only one, it was a light baby pink and looked great with my gray skirt. I wore it a lot.

“Taps” on heels, the teachers hated them. My saddle shoes always had metal taps. They annoyed everyone it seemed.


The “Junior flip” I never had to do anything special too get the style, my hair naturally flipped on the ends; lucky me.

I was around 14-15 here @ Cynthia Martz
I was around 14-15 here @ Cynthia Martz

Oh and the comfort of Spoolies after wearing those horrid bristly rollers to bed. OUCH! The price we pay to be beautiful 🙂

Babyboomers are the Bomb