Showing posts with label grandad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label grandad. Show all posts
Tuesday, 15 November 2011
To Paraphrase Noddy Holder, It's (Not Quite) Christmas
To paraphrase Noddy Holder, it's (not quite) Christmas, but I've been busy listing lots of gorgeous vintage greetings cards on Etsy.
My grandfather worked for a greetings card company in Preston, Lancashire, UK for forty years. When the company closed, he bought the original sketches and drawing that the cards were printed from. Most date from the late 1940s and early 1950s. Sadly, the drawings are largely anonymous, being done by commercial artists employed by the company. He gave me an old suitcase full of these, and a good many more, from sentimental mottos to tall ships in full sail to kitschy cottage gardens.
Fab, aren't they?
Saturday, 12 November 2011
John Bull Special
New eBay purchase ... A nostalgic treat to myself, as there was a set at my Nanna's for the cousins to share. Grandad was a litho printer, you see. We used to print and draw on paper samples and offcuts.
It was pre-owned by some small boy called Philip, and hails from, of all places, Chorley, Lancs, my birthplace. I feel I was destined to own this.
It was pre-owned by some small boy called Philip, and hails from, of all places, Chorley, Lancs, my birthplace. I feel I was destined to own this.
Love the 'John Bull' font: the rubber type is more like a pre-Helvetica simple sans serif.
Prepare for many a handprinted birthday-slash-Christmas card, friends and acquaintances!
Labels:
creativity,
grandad,
nostalgia,
printing
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