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Showing posts with label Ellen Clapsaddle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ellen Clapsaddle. Show all posts

Thursday, February 14, 2019

St. Valentine’s Day

Happy St. Valentine’s Day ❤️ 🌹 πŸ’ƒπŸΌ


This postcard
By Ellen Clapsaddle 
Beautiful 
Sweet...
Now mysteriously curious 
Was Ellen troubled?
Or...
Ok?

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Valentine's Day Greetings

This is from the archives.
Happy Valentine's Day


 
This postcard is by Ellen Clapsaddle artist and entrepreneur.






I know you have had a hard life.
As Levon Helm sings "You got to move a long train."

How do I know?
Because you read to find the truth, you travel the world wide web of words
for
answers.

We found these 100 year old old postcards somewhere and I looked up the artist.
Ellen, according to accounts on the web, was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
She was doing this captivating art for card companies. She ended up in Germany and was probably on the verge of being more successful in creating and selling cards. She had a partner in New York. A well travelled woman of early 1900's. World War 1 broke out and she was caught up in who knows what?
She was lost, no one heard from her. Her partner found her 6 years later in bad shape. She died in a mental institution where she played with dolls. This postcard haunted me. Such a playful artist.
I think of Ellen when think I am having a hard day. What did she do to survive? Could I have?
Hope you have a brighter day thinking of Ellen.


 

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Do you think you have had a hard life?


This postcard is by Ellen Clapsaddle artist and entrepreneur.








I know you have had a hard life.
As Levon Helm sings "You got to move a long train."

How do I know?
Because you read to find the truth, you travel the world wide web of words
for
answers.

We found these 100 year old old postcards somewhere and I looked up the artist.
Ellen, according to accounts on the web, was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
She was doing this captivating art for card companies. She ended up in Germany and was probably on the verge of being more successful in creating and selling cards. She had a partner in New York. A well travelled woman of early 1900's. World War 1 broke out and she was caught up in who knows what?
She was lost, no one heard from her. Her partner found her 6 years later in bad shape. She died in a mental institution where she played with dolls. This postcard haunted me. Such a playful artist.
I think of Ellen when  think I am having a hard day. What did she do to survive? Could I have?
Hope you have a brighter day thinking of Ellen.