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Maud Stevens Wagner
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Maud Wagner. Wife, mother and contortionist. Also the first woman in the United States to gain recognition as a professional tattoo artist, tutored by her husband Gus Wagner.. the infamous 'Tattoed Man'. It is Gus's fine handiwork you see adorning Maud's agile torso... It is reputed they met at the St Louis World Fair and it was love at first sight. Obviously a match made in heaven. Their love was so grand .. they named their daughter Lovetta.
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Although Maud died in 1961 and Gus in 1941, both remain in service today... together again .. forever captured in glass paperweights .. to grace the homes of us modern day folk and remind us that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and happiness awaits those with an adventurous spirit. Apologies for Gus's absence.. He's stuck in the camera waiting for a battery recharge... Maud however was keen to be in the limelight.. with only a slight grudge that the vintage silverware was the object of focus.. I think her menacing appearance would make her a worthy watcher of the family silverware and heirlooms.
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My Grandmothers Sideboard
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It's been a while since I posted a Silver Sunday hosted by the lovely Beth over at Gypsy Fish Journal .. Mostly as everything has been packed with the recent move .. but I love any opportunity to polish up the silverware for a bit of vintage indulgence. OK.. there was no polishing involved. I admit i love the pretty worn patina from years of show and tell. Childhood years digging through my grandmothers imposing sideboard to find all the shiny silver pieces hidden beneath the dusty napkins, vintage photos and cardboard boxes filled with strange little trinkets meaningless to anyone but the finder and keeper. That would be me! [sorry dear brother and any other lost family relative reading this post]. .
Rewards were at the waiting for those willing to tussle with the overstuffed drawers. Drawers that jammed prying little fingers rushing to hide their pilfering pilgrimage. A journey would take place in mind and imagination. An adventure into lands of shiny sparkly things, musky napkins, and faded memorabilia that documented the lives of unspoken relatives with ambitious dreams. Rewards were at the waiting for those brave enough to excavate the treasures from the sentinel of untold golfing trophies standing guard of a pirates loot. The world would seem a little more mysterious in the presence of these shiny silver things. Shiny silver things that had passed through hands of strangers and carers and traversed the decades to reach this bottomless pit.
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Although Mrs Wagner and her trusty sidekick are new acquisitions, not residents of my childhood memories, they remind me of the strange inhabitants I encountered in the wonderful world of my grandmothers sideboard.
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