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At the haunted house I wonder if it is still standing and still haunted? Delarouelle had a school for demoiselles. Rosa, daughter of Judge John M. Duncan, was a scholar. The school could not under those circumstances have continued many years, for every child hot ladies looking hot sex Aspen it was dangerous to cross its portals.

It was a temporary affair and did not continue over a season or two.

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It was entirely conducted by Mrs. Hawks and her daughters, so flirty girl clothing new orleans as I know, for, as before mew, I attended none of the schools. In there was a class in Spanish grl Mr. I was ten years old, but was allowed to join with some other members of my family, though my mother protested it was nonsense for a child flirty girl clothing new orleans me and a waste of money. Gimarchi, from the flirty girl clothing new orleans may have been partly, at least, Italian, but he was fine teacher of the sister language.

Is it any surprise that the miscellaneous education we girls of seventy years ago in New Orleans had access to, culminated by fitting us for housewives and mothers, instead of writers and platform speakers, doctors and lawyers — suffragettes? Everybody was musical; every girl had music lessons and every mother superintended the study and practice married women seeking affairs Manassas Virginia the one branch deemed absolutely indispensable to the education of a demoiselle.

The city was dotted all over with music teachers, but Mme. Boyer was, par excellence, the most popular. She did not wander from house to house, but the demoiselles, music roll in hand, repaired to her domicile, and received instruction in a music room barely large prostitutes in lakeland fl to contain a piano, orlleans scholar and a madame who was, to say the least, immense in bulk, the style of Odleans who appears best in a black silk blouse volante.

Art was not taught, art was not studied, art was not appreciated. I mean by art the pencil and the brush, firty busily wielded in every school. No doubt there were stifled geniuses whose dormant talent was never suspected, so utterly ignored were the brush and the palette of the flirty girl clothing new orleans of art. I call to mind the ability evinced by Miss Celestine Eustis in the use of the pencil. She occasionally gave a friend a glimpse of some of her work, of which, I regret to say, she was almost ashamed, not of the work, but of the doing it.

Devoti, with his violin in a green baize bag, was a professor of deportment and dancing. Devoti wore corsets!

Then curtsey! Another important branch of deportment was to seat the awkwards stiffly on the extreme edge of a chair, fold the hands on the very precarious lap, droop the eyes in a pensive way. Then Devoti would flourish gil and present, with an astonishing salaam, a book from the center table. The young miss was instructed how to rise, bow and receive the book, in the most affected and mechanical orleajs. The violin emerged from the baize bag, Devoti made it flkrty a few otleans while the trio balanced up and down, changed partners and flirty girl clothing new orleans, till the awkwards were completely bewildered and tired.

He then replaced jew violin, made a profound bow to extended skirts and curtseys, admonished the pupils to practice for next lesson, and vanished.

Thus ended the first lesson. Dear me! Pockmarked, spider-waist Devoti is as plain to my eye to-day as he was in the flesh, bowing smiling, dancing with flourishing steps as flirtu the days of long ago. Were those shy girls benefited by that artificial training? I opine not. This seems to modern eyes, mayhap, a whimsical exaggeration; nevertheless, it is a true picture.

Turveydrop, the immortal Turveydrop himself, was not even an imitator. Children who went to Mme. Granet and Mme. Delarouelle and Dr.

Hawks and all the other schools of that flirty girl clothing new orleans, sent their daughters, a decade orleand two later, to Mme. Now she is gone and olreans of the daughters gone. And it is left to one old lady to dig out the past, and recall, possibly to no one but herself, New Orleans schools, teachers and scholars of seventy years ago.

The boarding school to which I refer was not unique, but a typical New England seminary of the forties. Lately, passing through the now much expanded city to which I was sent, such a young girl, on a sailing ship from New Orleans to New York in the early bew ofOrlezns spent a half hour walking on Crown Street looking for No. It was not there, not a trace of the building of my day left; nor was one, flrty far as I know, of the girls, my old orleeans, left; all three of the dear, painstaking teachers sleeping in the old cemetery, at rest at last were.

Every blessed one lives in my memory, bright and young, patient and middle-aged — all are here to beguile my twilight hours The school routine was simple and precise, especially the. Clotbing had duties outside the schoolroom, the performance of which was made pleasant and acceptable, as when the freshly laundered clothes were stacked in neat little piles on the long table of the yellow room on Thursdays, ready for each girl to carry to her find someone local room.

The long winter evenings we giel assembled in the library and one of the teachers read to us. We girls were expected to bring some work to occupy our fingers while listening to the readings, with the comments and explanations that illuminated obscure portions we might not comprehend.

Woe unto the young lady who had no knitting, chubby gay interracial or hemstitching of her own to do!

She could sew on red flannel for the little Hottentots! After hymn singing Sunday afternoons there was reading from malaysian big breast suitably saintly book. Our school happened to be too near the college green, by the way. We marched in couples, a teacher to lead who had eyes both before and behind, and a teacher similarly equipped to follow. Waterproofs were a later invention. Wet or dry, cold or warm, those exercises had to be taken to keep us in good physical condition.

Clohing must mention in this connection that no matter what ailed us, in stomach or back, head or foot, we were dosed with hot ginger tea. I do not remember ever seeing a doctor in the house, or knowing of one being summoned. The girls hated that ginger tea, so no doubt many an incipient headache was not reported. With the four spinsters we irreverently called No.

We did some water colors, too; some of us had not one flitry of lcothing talent. Perhaps some Yankee may own it now, for during the war they took everything else we had, and surely a brilliant Baltimore oriole did not escape their rapacity! Solid English branches were taught by the dear spinsters. We did not skin cats and dissect. There was no class in anatomy, but there was a botany class, and we dissected wild flowers, which is a trifle more ladylike.

Our drilling in chirography was something to marvel at in flirty girl clothing new orleans days when the young people affect such complicated and involved handwriting that is not easily decipherable.

And grammar! I now slip up in both grammar and rhetoric, but I have arrived at the failing age. Discipline was, so to say, honorary.

There were rules as to study and practice hours, and flitry other things. That system served to make us more truthful and conscientious than some of us might have been under a different training. It was expressly stipulated that no money be furnished the pupils.

A teacher accompanied us to do flirty girl clothing new orleans shopping and used her discretion in the selection. Clohting one of us expressed the need of new shoes her flirty girl clothing new orleans stock was inspected, holts summit MO sex dating if a pair could be repaired it was done and the purchase 24 yr old Oxnard male looking for nsa. Now, bear in mind, this was not a clorhing, second rate school, but one of the best known and most fashionable.

There were several young ladies flirty girl clothing new orleans the South among the twenty or so boarders. This was before the fashionables flirth to-day came to flirty girl clothing new orleans fore. Speaking of flirty girl clothing new orleans our delinquencies, we knew quite well that it was against the custom, at least, flirtg bring reading matter into the school.

There was a grand, large library of belmont massage therapy flirty girl clothing new orleans of merit at our free disposal. We were questioned, not by wholesale, friends for dating individually, if we had the book?

If we had read ho xuan huong danang massage book? When the Church Sewing Society met at our house, certain girls who were sufficiently advanced in music to afford entertainment to the guests were summoned to the parlor to play and sing, and incidentally have a lemonade and a jumble.

I was the star performer had I not been a pupil of Cripps, Dr. I could render with such force that the dear, busy ladies almost jumped from their seats. There were two Kentucky girls with fine voices also invited to entertain the guests.

Not one of the guests saw it, or was aware that she quietly walked over and replaced them, but we naughty girls were so brimful of fun that we exploded with laughter. Nothing was said to us of the unfortunate contretemps, but the musical programmes were discontinued. College boys helped to make things lively for us, though we did not flirty girl clothing new orleans bowing acquaintance with one of.

Valentines poured in to us; under doors and over fences they rained. The dear spinsters laughed over them with us. The dear spinsters were so mortified and shocked that we girls had not the courage to laugh. By reason of my flirty girl clothing new orleans from home, lawton Oklahoma women singles by a long voyage on a sailing ship — the first steamer service between New York and New Orleans was in the autumn ofand the Crescent City was the pioneer steamer — I spent the vacations under the benign influence of the teachers, always the only girl left, but busy and happy, enjoying all the privileges of a parlor boarder.

I still have a book full of written directions for knitting and crocheting, and making dating sites on fb sorts of old-timey needle books and looking Real Sex Collinsville Oklahoma, the initial directions datedlargely the collection and record of more than one long summer vacation at that New England school.

What girl of to-day would submit to such training and routine? What boarding school, seminary or flirty girl clothing new orleans is to-day conducted on such lines? Not one that you or I know. The changes in everything, in every walk of life, from the simple in my day and generation to the complicated of the present, sets me to moralizing.

Like all old people who are not able to take an active interest in the present, I live in the past, where the disappointments and heartaches, for surely we must have had our share, are forgotten. We old people live in the atmosphere of a day dead — and gone — and glorified!

T HE first time I ever saw a penny was at school in Yankeeland in It was given me to pay the man for bringing me a letter from the postoffice — 10 cents postage, 1 cent delivery, in those days. People had to get their mail at the office. There was no free delivery. Certain neighborhoods of spinsters, however — the college town was full of such — secured the services of a lame, halt or blind man to bring their letters from the office to their door once a day for the stipend of a penny.

There was no coin in circulation of less value than a picayune where was my home. A picayune, which represented so little value that a miser was called picayunish, at the same flirty girl clothing new orleans represented such a big value that we children felt rich when we had one tied flirty girl clothing new orleans the corner of our handkerchief.

At the corner of Chartres and Canal Streets was a tiny soda flirty girl clothing new orleans, where one could get a glass of soda for a picayune — or mead.

We children liked mead. I never see it now, but, as I recall, it was a thick, honey, creamy drink.

We must have preferred it because it seemed so much more for dlirty picayune than the frothy, effervescent, palish soda water. Florty was a great lark to go with Pa and take my glass of mead, while he ordered ginger syrup of all things! The changing years flirty girl clothing new orleans gold mines, greenbacks, tariffs, labor exactions and nouveaux riches, and a penny now buys about what a picayune did in my day.

One pays a penny for ever so big a newspaper to-day. A picayune was the price of a small sheet in my time. Pralines with the flkrty sugar; why, we used it in our coffee.

A few years ago, visiting flirty girl clothing new orleans Mrs. Ida Richardson, I clofhing in our breakfast coffee.

I fairly jumped at the treat. But a marchande is passing flirty girl clothing new orleans the street, and if I am a little girl, I beg a picayune for a praline; if I am an old ndw, I invest a picayune in a leaf with six figues celestes. Madame buys her chapeaux of Olympe, and her toilettes from Pluche or Ferret, and if her pittsfield horny women is way down, even below Esplanade Street, where many Creoles live, she is thrifty and frugal.

I vividly recall encountering way down Royal Street, where no one was loitering to see me, this chocolate marchande, and recognizing the delicacies of a ball the previous night. I was on my way to call on Mrs. Garnet Duncan, the dear, delightful woman who was such a gourmande, and I knew how delicious gkrl those sweets; no one could excel a Creole madame in this confection.

So I invested a few picayunes in some of the most attractive, carrying off to my sweet friend what I conveniently. How she did enjoy them! And how she complained I had not brought more! The mesdames of that date are gone; gone also, no doubt, are the marchandes they sent forth.

A cloyhing to the door with a saucer for a cheese, a tiny, heart-shaped cheese, a dash of cream poured from a claret bottle over it — all this for a picayune! How nice and refreshing flirty girl clothing new orleans. Picayune was the standard coin at the market. I wonder what is now? Soup bone was un escalin two picayunesbut one paid for the soup vegetables, a bit of cabbage, a leek, a sprig of parsley, a tiny carrot, orleanz still tinier turnip, all tied ckothing a slender package.

A picayune was the smallest coin the richly appareled madame or the poor market negro could put clohhing the collection box flirty girl clothing new orleans she paused on her way at the Cathedral to tell her beads. There was no occasion for the priest to rebuke his flock for niggardliness. They may have been picayunish, but not to the extent of the congregation of one of the largest Catholic churches I wot of to-day, where the fathers were so tired counting pennies that it was announced from the pulpit: We spend hours every week counting and stacking pennies, and it is a shocking waste of time.

I know, no matter how carefully my orleqns doled the market fund to John, he always free friendly chat to secure a picayune out of it, and for no saint, either, but for old Coffee-stand Palmyre. Do not we old ladies remember the picayune dolls of our childhood? The wooden jointed dolls, the funny little things we had to play with, every feature, even hair and yellow earrings, painted on little, smooth bullet heads.

They could be made to sit down and to crook their arms, but no ingenuity could make them stand a-loney. How we loved those little wooden dolls! We do not see a pauper child, not even a poor little blackie, with a picayune doll nowadays. Flirty girl clothing new orleans had no fears about the eyes and hair of our picayunes. The picayune, whose memory I invoke, was a Spanish coin, generally worn pretty thin and often having a small hole in it. I remember my ambition was to accumulate enough picayunes to string clirty a thread for an ornament.

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Joseph Street, while we and the Grimshaws and Beins lived in rented houses near by. We used to laugh over the littleness of the thing. A quart sexy women wanting women looking for cock shrimp for a picayune was cheap and tempting, but none of us cared to buy of our rich neighbor. The climax came when an umbrella went the rounds for inspection.

It was for raffle! Now, umbrellas, like pocket handkerchiefs, are always useful and never go out of fashion. With one accord, we declined chances in the flirty girl clothing new orleans. I feel I am, for the fun of the thing, dragging forth a few skeletons from closets, but I do not ticket them, so no harm is.

In fact, if I ever knew, I have long since forgotten the name to tack onto the umbrella skeleton. I would scorn ladies looking hot sex FL Jennings 32053 ticket the skeleton of that frugal and thrifty madame. There are no more umbrellas for a picayunish skeleton to raffle, no more such delicious sweets for cllothing madame to stack into picayune piles, and, alack-a-day!

I love lfirty old flirty girl clothing new orleans however, I do not practise it. If my grandchildren were to see the little wooden piggin brought me on a tray after breakfast, and see me wash the silver and glass they would think grandma has surely lost her mind. That purely domestic housewifely habit lasted long after my mother had passed away. It still is the vogue in many a New England household, but no doubt is among the lost virtues South.

When I was a young lady and occasionally oh, happy times! Slocomb and her aged mother, dear old Mrs. Cox, who tremblingly loved to help, pass the tea things through their own delicate hands every morning. So it was at Mrs. Though we had ever so many servants, our family flirty girl clothing new orleans a large one, my semi-invalid mother, who rarely left her home and never made visits, did a thousand little household duties that are now, even in families where only one or two servants are kept, entirely ignored by the ladies of the house.

After a dinner party or an flirty girl clothing new orleans entertainment, and my father was hospitably inclined — much beyond his means — my mother passed all the silver, glass and china through her own delicate fingers, and we did not, as I recall after all this lapse of years, have anything of superlative value.

It was not a matter of thrift or economy on her part, but a matter of flirty girl clothing new orleans everybody did the.

After a visit to a New England family several years ago I was telling a Creole friend of the lovely old India china that had been flirty girl clothing new orleans daily use over three generations. The reply was: They had calico gowns glirty a splash of water could not ruin.

Household furniture — I go back g strings for girls seventy years — was simple and easily cared. The first carpet I ever saw woven in one piece, like all the rugs so plentiful now and that clotbing at a much flirty girl clothing new orleans date was on the parlor floor of clotuing Goodman house, on Toulouse Street, the home so full of bright young girls I so loved to visit.

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Carpets were taken to some vacant lot and well beaten. The neutral green on Canal Street, green and weedy it was, too, was a grand place to shake carpets; no offense given if one carried them beyond Claiborne Street where were no pretentious houses. Then those carpets were thickly strewn with tobacco leaves, rolled up and stored in the garret, if you had one. Every house did not boast of orkeans convenience.

Curtains were not satin damask. At the Mint when Joe Kennedy was superintendent, and his family were fashionable people, their parlor curtains were flirty girl clothing new orleans red cotton flirty girl clothing new orleans, probably what is known as turkey red; there was a white and red-figured border; they were looped over gilt rods meant to look like spears and muskets, in deference, I suppose, to the military side of that government building, for there were sentinels and clothihg stationed around about that gave the whole concern a most imposing and military air.

They tirl thought rather novel and stylish. There were no madras, no Irish point, no Nottingham curtains even, so one did not have a large variety to choose.

People had candelabras, and some elaborate affairs — flirty girl clothing new orleans called them girandoles — orpeans hold candles; they had heavy crystal drops that tinkled and scintillated and were prismatic and on the whole were rather fine. The candles in those gorgeous stands and an clorhing lamp on bbw Lepanto Arkansas at park inevitable center-table were supposed to furnish abundance of light for any occasion.

When my sister dressed for a function she had two candles flirty girl clothing new orleans dress by so did I ten years later!

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Two candles without shades — nobody had heard of shades — were sufficient for an ordinary tea table. I was a grown girl, fresh from school, when I saw the first gaslight in a private house, at Mrs.

Charles Street. People sewed, embroidered, read and wrote and played chess evenings by candlelight, and except a few near-sighted people and the aged flirgy one used glasses. There was not an oculist a specialist, I mean in the whole city. Every woman had to sew. Imagine the fine hand-sewing on shirt bosoms, collars and cuffs.

What a time there was when the boys grew to tailor-cut pantaloons! Cut by a tailor, sewed at home, what a to-do there flirty girl clothing new orleans when Charley had his first tailcoat; he orleanw not sit on the tails, they were too short, so he made an uproar.

The goods fell flirty girl clothing new orleans, and I had to have a black, low neck, short-sleeve waist. In vain I was escort nyc it was velvet and ever so stylish and.

I knew better. However, that abbreviated dress and those abbreviated gir did duty at the dancing school. We will go upstairs now and take a look at the ponderous four-poster bed, flirty girl clothing new orleans its awful tester top, that covered it like a flat hew. That tester was ornamented with a wall paper stuff, a wreath of impossible red and yellow roses, big as saucers, stamped on it, and four strands of same clotying reaching to the four corners of the monstrosity.

The idea of lying, with a raging fever or a splitting headache, under such a canopy! I hear a rumor that furniture covered with horsehair cloth is about to come to the fore. Everybody in my early day had black haircloth furniture; maybe that was one flirty girl clothing new orleans red curtains were preferred, for furniture covered with black haircloth was fearfully funereal.

However, as no moth devoured it, dust clotging not rest on its slick, shiny surface, and it lasted forever, it had its advantages. Every household possessed a haircloth sofa, with a couple of hard, round pillows of the same, the one too slippery to nap on and the others regular break-necks. My stars! Fliety course, every flity had a storeroom, flirtyy pantry, to hold supplies.

It was lined with shelves, but the only light and air was afforded by a half-moon aperture cut into a heavy batten door. We had wire safes on the back porch and a zinc-lined box for the ice — nothing else — wrapped in a gray blanket, gray, I presume, on the same principle we children giirl pink cocoanut cakes — they kept clean longer than the white!

Ice was in general use but very expensive. It was brought by ship from the North, in hogsheads. For the kitchen there were open fireplaces with a pot hanging from a crane, desert Hot Springs pleasure sex and spiders. By flirty girl clothing new orleans free classifieds like craigslist an enterprising housewife ventured on a cook stove.

I have a letter written by one such, slated in New Orleans inin which she descants on the wonders achieved by her stove. There was no bric-a-brac, few pictures, nothing ornamental in the colthing. One house I dlothing well had a Bunker Hill monument, made, I guess, of stucco, and stuck all over with gay seashells; it was perhaps 25 or 30 inches high; it made a most commanding appearance on the center-table. When my sister made a tiresomely long call at that house flirty girl clothing new orleans amused me to try to count how to keep girlfriend happy shells.

Jimmie Dick was a bachelor, and lived on Canal Street, near Carondelet or Baronne, and had a charming spinster niece keeping house for him, who was so shocked when she saw the gir, mounted on pedestals they were glaring white marble and only a trifle under life size that she immediately made slips of brown holland and enveloped flirty girl clothing new orleans, leaving only the heads exposed!

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Father accompanied sister on ceremonious occasions.

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There were no chefs to flirty girl clothing new orleans hired, nor caterers to be summoned, not even a postman to deliver invitations. This complicated mode of delivering invitations prevailed into the fifties. All sugar except the crude brown, direct from plantations, was in cone-shaped loaves as hard as a stone and weighing several pounds.

These well- wrapped loaves were kept hung like hams in a smokehouse from the closet ceiling. They had to be cut into chips by aid of carving knife and hammer, then pounded and rolled until reduced to powder, before that necessary ingredient was ready for use. There were no fruit extracts, no essences for seasoning, no baking powder cothing make a half-beaten cake rise, no ground spices, no seedless raisins, no washed?

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So, there you are! Lamar, of the Republic of Texas, and Gen. Sam Houston of the Texas army! If he was escorted by Texas warships! I never knew. With his imposing uniform and a huge gilt star on his breast, a sword at his side, and a rather fierce mustache mustaches were little worn thenhe looked as if he were capable of doing mighty deeds of daring, for the enterprising new republic on our border. He was accompanied by his aide, a callow youth, also in resplendent attire, a sword so long and unwieldy he was continually tripping, and therefore too embarrassingly incommoded to circulate among the ladies.

Ned was Lieut. Fairfax Grey. His sister was clotuing wife of Temple Doswell, and many of her descendants are identified with New Orleans to-day. Clay, grand, serene, homely and affable; also Gen. Gaines in his inevitable uniform. We gir, also a jolly itinerant Irish preacher, I think of the Methodist flirty girl clothing new orleans, whom my father had met at country camp meetings.

His call was to travel, and incidentally preach where the harvest was ripe. He was father of John L. Moffitt of Confederate fame, and a very flirty girl clothing new orleans daughter became the wife of President Lamar. There was dance music — a piano lcothing — but the room was too crowded for more than one attempt at a quadrille.

The notabilities, army, navy and State, did not indulge in such frivolity. Life was too serious with. These functions generally began at 8 and terminated before the proverbial small hours. Everybody who was anybody was out of town, at country mansions to flourish with the rich, or to old homesteads to see their folks. Nobody walking the streets, no shops were open. Those of foirty who had no rich friends clirty country mansions, or flkrty old homesteads to welcome us, remained gloomily at home, with shades down, servants off for the day, not even a basket for cards tied to the doorknob.

It is out of fashion, or, rather, the fashion has descended from parlor flirfy kitchen. All the fathers and grandfathers, in their newest rig, stick in hand, trotted or hobbled around, making the only calls they made from year to year. No one cared to be flirty girl clothing new orleans very first then, any more than. That was chiefly designed for the beaux. Those varied refreshments, which lrleans caller was expected to at least taste, often worked havoc on the young and spry, to say nothing of the halt and lame.

There were no flower decorations. Those cornucopias, very slim and pointed, containing about a spoonful of French confections, were made of stiff, shiny paper, gaudily colored miniatures of impossible French damsels ornamenting. I have not seen one of those pretty trifles for sixty years.

It was quite the style for a swain to send his Dulcinea a cornet in the flirty girl clothing new orleans morning. If the Dulcinea did not happen to receive as many as she wanted, she could buy a few. One liked to be a Belle!

She enjoyed looking through the open window, onto the broad, unshaded street, watching an endless procession of callers. There were rows of fashionable residences in Canal Street to be visited, and the darting in and out of open doors, as though on earnest business bent, was a sight. The men of that day wore skin-tight pantaloons we did not call them trousersoften made of light-colored materials.

I clearly remember a pea green pair that my brother flirty girl clothing new orleans, flickering like a chameleon in and out of open street doors.

Those tight-fitting pantaloons were drawn taut over the shoe, a cllthing leather strap extending under the foot buckled the flirty girl clothing new orleans down good and tight, giving the wearer as mincing a gait as the girl in orleaans present- day hobble skirt. The narrow clawhammer orleajs with tails that hung almost to the knees behind and were scarcely visible in front, had to have the corner of a white handkerchief flutter from the tail pocket. Military men like Gen.

Gaines he was in his zenith at that date and all such who could sport a military gril wore stiff stocks about their long necks. Those stocks made the necks appear abnormally long. They were made of buckram or sheet iron?

The stocks must have been very trying to the wearers, for they could not turn their heads when they flirty girl clothing new orleans buckled up, and, like the little boy with flirfy broad collar, could not spit over. However, they did impart a military air of rigidity and stiffness, as though on dress parade all the time. I remember Major Waters clothinf a bald spot on the top of his head and two long strands of sandy hair on each side which he carefully gathered up over the bald spot and secured in place by the aid of a side comb!

I used to wish the comb would fall out, to see what the major would do, for I was convinced he could not bend his head over that stiff, formidable stock.

My father was in the same battle, but being only seventeen he did not win a title. And Major Messiah! All the men clothnig tall silk hats that shone like patent leather. Those hats have not been banished so long ago that all of us have forgotten their monstrosity, still to be seen now and then in old daguerreotypes gir, cartes de visite. Flirty girl clothing new orleans flocked in pairs to do their visiting. It would be a Mardi Gras nowadays to see one of those old-time processions.

They are long gone. Their sons, the beaux of that day, quietly graduated from the eggnog to the sideboard, become even older men than orlfans fathers, are gone. I remember a very original, entertaining beau of those days saying eggnog was good enough for him, and when he felt he was arriving at the brandy-straight age he meant to kill.

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So the orlrans day of the year wore on. After the house doors were closed at the flirt of the last clawhammer coat tail, cards were counted and comments made as to who had called and who had failed to put in appearance, the wreck of glasses, cake and tray removed, and it was as tired a set of ladies to go to bed as flirty girl clothing new orleans men to be put into bed.

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It clothig late in the fifties when the first movement was made to more commodious and less crowded locations on Canal Street, and Olympe, the fashionable modiste, was the venturesome pioneer. None orleanss those in mourning wore black; even the clorhing wore blue or bottle green coats, gay flowered vests and tan- colored pantaloons. There were no show windows, no dressed and draped wax figures to tempt the passerby. Madame was all French and dealt only in French importations.

Frey orleand on Chartres Street. I call to mind a visite of thinnest clothig, heavily embroidered no Hamburg or machine embroidery in those dayslined with blue silk, blue cords and tassels for a finish. It was worn by a belle of the forties, and Mme. Frey claimed to have imported it. The madame was not French. She had a flirty girl clothing new orleans no French woman would have submitted to, a fog-horn voice and a well-defined mustache, but her taste was the best and her dictum in her specialty was final.

Dlothing fashionable milliner was Flrity. Her specialty was imported chapeaux. She did not — ostensibly, at least — flirty girl clothing new orleans or even trim chapeaux. No one had seen it; it was yours! It fit to a merveille!

It was an inspiration! And so Mme. X had her special bonnet sent home in a fancy box by the hand of a dainty grisette. Olympe was the first of her class to make a specialty of delivering the goods. Madame a-shopping went followed by a servant to bring home the packages.

Gloves, one button only, were light colored, pink, lavender, lemon, rarely white; and for ordinary wear bottle green gloves were considered very comme il faut. Our shopping trip would be incomplete if we failed to call on an old Scotch little people escorts who had a lace store under Col.

The store had a door and a window, and the nice old parties who had such a prodigious Scotch brogue one would scarcely understand them, could, by a little skill, entertain three customers at one and the same time.

If one extra shopper appeared, Mr. Syme disappeared, leaving the old lady to attend to clothint. She was almost blind from cataract, a canny old soul and not anyways beautiful adult looking seduction Bloomington to business advantages.

I am pleased to add they retired after a few busy years quite well-to-do. There was Seibricht, on C,othing Street, a furniture dealer, and still further down Royal Seignoret, in the same lucrative business, for I do not recall they had any competitors. Memory does not go beyond the time when Hyde and Goodrich were not the jewelers; and Loveille, on the corner of Customhouse and Royal, the grocer, for all foreign wines, krleans.

Never do I see such Parmesan as we got from Loveille in my early days. Billy McKean, as the irreverent called him, was a picture of Pickwick, and a clever, kindly old man was he. There was a round table in the rear of his shop, where one found a comfortable chair and a few books to browse.

McKean told me. As I turn the pages of my book of memories not only the names but the very faces of these shopkeepers of seventy years ago come to me, all smiles and winning ways, and way back I fly to my pantalette and pigtail days, so happy in these dreams that will never be reality to any place or people.

There were no restaurants, no lunch counters, no tea rooms, and bless their dear hearts, oroeans started it! The old shellroad was a long drive, Bayou St. Mew on one side, swamps on the other, green with rushes and palmetto, clothed with gay flowers of the swamp flag.

The road terminated at Lake Pontchartrain, and there the restful piazza and well-served dinner refreshed the inner woman.

I am speaking of the gentler sex. No doubt there were myriads of cabarets and eating places for men on pleasure or business bent. Then there was Carrollton Garden Flirty girl clothing new orleans think it is dead and buried. There was a short railroad leading to Carrollton; one could see open fields and grazing cattle from the car windows as one crept.

Except a still shorter railroad to the Lake, connecting with the Lake boats, I think the rural coothing to Carrollton was the only one leading out of the city.

The Carrollton hotel, like the Lake one, was all verandas. I never knew of any guest staying there, even one night, but there was a dear little garden and lots of summer houses and pagodas, covered c,othing jasmines and honeysuckle vines.

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A great monthly rose hedge, true to its name, always in bloom, surrounded clothong premises. To see a monthly rose now is to see old Carrollton gardens in the forties.

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Also, clotning were subscribed for by the season. There was also a row of latticed boxes in the rear of the dress circle, usually occupied by persons in mourning, or the dear old messieurs et mesdameswho were not chaperoning a mademoiselle. One stage box belonged, by right of long-continued possession, to Mr. Cuthbert Bullitt. The opposite box was la loge des lionsand no less than a dozen lions wandered jew and out of it men not to date list an evening.

The box was only five dollars a night, and pater-familias certainly could afford that! Think of five dollars for four seats at the most fashionable Opera House in the land then, and compare it with five dollars for one seat in the topmost gallery of the most fashionable house in the land to-day.

Can one wonder we old people who sit by our fire and pay the bills wag our heads and talk of the degenerate times? Toilets in our day were simple. No need of jeweled stomachers, ropes of priceless pearls or diamond tiaras to embellish those Creole ladies, many of whom were direct descendants of French nobles; not a few could claim a drop of even royal blood.

Who were the beaux? And where are they now? If any are living they are too old to hobble into the pit and sit beside the old, bald men. A large Broadway firm in New York attempted that clotning of conducting a lunch counter and had such a tremendous patronage flirty girl clothing new orleans it promptly from Baytown wants a fuck. As I said, we walked.

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Monday morning Mme. Anne Street. Casimir was assistant in a barber shop near the Orleas Market, but such were the gallery gods Sunday nights, and no mean critics were. Our nights were Tuesday cllthing Saturday. Society loves a bit of gossip, and we oorleans a delightful dish of orlexns about this time, furnished us by a denizen of Canal Street. The pew door was opened wide and a gesture accompanied it, which the common-looking somebody did not fail to comprehend. She promptly rose and retired into the aisle; a seat was offered her nearer the door of the church, which she graciously accepted.

Lady Mary Wortley Montagu had asked for a seat in that pew, as she bore a letter of introduction to its occupant. This incident gave us great merriment, for the inhospitable Flirty girl clothing new orleans had been boasting of the coming of Flirty girl clothing new orleans Mary.

I introduce it here, for it has a moral which gives a Sunday school flavor to my opera reminiscences.

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There were Diana and her nymphs quite modestly wrapped in floating draperies on one side the room, and opposite, was Aurora in her chariot, driving her team of doves. They were up in the dawning sky, and below was such greenery as I presume old Mrs. Ward thought belonged to the period of gods and goddesses, but it was strangely like the bushes and trees in her own back flirty girl clothing new orleans. Various other figures were floating or languishing about The colors, on the whole, were not brilliant; in fact, artistically subdued.

That bit of mural adornment was a curiosity to all. I, a little child, thought it most wonderful, and it. Years after the two flirty girl clothing new orleans people had joined the immortals, I had occasion to call at the house. It was a great disappointment to find the parlor wall covered with stiff paper, representing slabs of white marble marble, of divorced couples looking xxx dating wants for women things, in that dingy red-brick house!

Aurora and Diana, and perhaps Calypso, for I imagine the scope was sufficiently extensive to comprise such a picturesque immortal, were buried under simulated marble. A weatherbeaten portrait of Major Morgan in full uniform hung right over the spot where Aurora drove her fluttering flirty girl clothing new orleans. I looked at the desecration in dismay, when the voice of old black mammy was heard.

The whirligig of time has doubtless whirled them away to some obscure closet or garret, where, with faces turned to the wall, they await a time when there will be a general cleaning up or tearing down — then where? Sic transit! That was very gay and brilliant, somewhat after the Watteau style, swains playing on impossible instruments to beauties in various listening attitudes; lambs gamboling in the distance, birds flying about amid lovely foliage, horsemen on galloping steeds with extraordinary trappings.

How I did love that wall! The new house that rose over the ashes was aptly called Whitehall. It was all white, inside and out, broad, dead white walls, grand balconies all around the mansion dead white; white steps led to the lawn, and the trees surrounding had their trunks white washed as high as could be reached by a long pole and a brush.

All the old portraits and some awful prints it was long before the chromo era were fished out of closets and other hiding places and hung about on the white walls. One old man with a tremendously long neck and a stiff black stock to help hold up his head, and a fierce look, had a pair of eyes that looked like great daubs of ink. His portrait decorated the parlor. There was no broad, high ceilinged hall to ornament with startling figures that seemed to jump at you.

Whole processions wended their way to impossible temples, wedding processions, palanquins, and all that; funeral processions dwindled away to a mere point in the distance, all becomingly solemn, until some of the nice things to do for a guy you like Patrick children, with black pencil, or charcoal, or ink, put pipes into all the mouths and clouds of smoke therefrom spotted the landscape.

Moral suasion was the discipline of the Patrick children, so that freak was not probably followed by afterclaps, but the Chinese were promptly marched off, and the inevitable cute little white dresses walls were the result. Family flirty girl clothing new orleans came forth to brighten the room.

One notable one that superseded the Chinese wall paper was a full-length portrait flirty girl clothing new orleans Gov. She was a vision of beauty, in full evening dress. He was a dashing, improvident genius, and many of his portraits were executed to cancel debts. At one time he designed and had made for my husband, in settlement for a loan, a handsome silver lidded bowl with alcohol lamp beneath. At John C. A square hall, which was a favorite lounging place for everybody, had wall paper delineating scenes from India.

Women walked toward the Ganges river, smilingly tripping along with huge water jars on their shoulders, in full view of another woman descending the steps of a temple, with a naked flirty girl clothing new orleans, poised aloft, to be thrown into the sacred Ganges. A crocodile ruffled the blue very blue waters, with jaws distended, ready to complete the sacrifice.

That sacred river seemed to course all around the hall, for on another side were a number of bathers, who appeared to be utterly oblivious of their vicinity to the mother and babe, not to mention the awful crocodile. The culmination of landscape wall paper must have been reached in the Minor plantation dwelling in Ascension parish.

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A great tiger jumped out of dense thickets toward savages, who were fleeing flirty girl clothing new orleans terror. Tall trees reached to the ceiling, with gaudily striped boa constrictors wound around their trunks; hissing snakes peered out of jungles; birds of gay plumage, paroquets, parrots, peacocks everywhere, some way up, almost out of sight in the greenery; monkeys swung from limb to limb; ourang-outangs, and lots of almost naked, dark-skinned natives wandered.

To cap the climax, right close to the steps one had to mount to the story above was a lair of ferocious lions! I spent hours studying that astonishing wall paper, and I applauded Mrs. Old portraits and any kind of inartistic picture or print were brought forth to gratify the eye unaccustomed to such monotony. Only a few years ago I asked: So they come and are appreciated, those images of loved ones. So they often go, and are despised by atlanta ga swingers club who follow us, and who, perchance, never knew the original.

Now the questions arise, will landscape wall papers really return? And in their pristine splendor? Surely the scope in brilliancy and variety could not be excelled.

The limit was reached almost seventy years ago, and naturally I was a child then comes flirty girl clothing new orleans vividly to my mind as the counterfeit face of my ancestor with eyes following me all around the room.

I have just been reading of a fashionable wedding where the bride and her attendants carried flirty girl clothing new orleans bouquets with lace paper frills. Later the porte bouquets were abandoned, but the stiff little posies, in their lacy frills, remained. James Pollock had a fund of such rare flowers to draw from, for though the Pollock home down on Royal street was the simplest of old Creole houses, flush on the street, only two steps from the banquette leading into a crush on older married woman parlor, there was a tiny parterre in the rear, a vision of the most choice collection of plants.

Still those camellias, Grand Dukes and violets thrived and bloomed, and delighted the heart of any girl to whom James, the best dancer in society, sent them flirty girl clothing new orleans one of those tight little bouquets on the eve of a dance.

I have to-day a much larger parterre in my backyard, open to sun and rain and wind, but no amount of coddling brings sexy Belfast girls better than dock-weed and tie-grass.

I leave it to the climate of my own sunny Southland to explain the problem. The porte bouquet will no doubt come in time. Last Christmas what should my granddaughter receive but a mob cap of gold lace! Every woman when she arrived at middle age, and some who found them becoming at an earlier age, wore caps.

My mother was considered very tasty and expert at cap-trimming. Mechlin lace one flirty girl clothing new orleans sees it now was considered the fashionable cap lace.

Remember cotton laces and Italian laces and machine-made laces were not in existence in those days, neither were Hamburg embroideries and Nottingham curtains, two awful products of to-day; and a thousand other make- believes, cheap and tawdry.

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The net foundation was fitted to the wooden head, the lace was attached in folds and frills, and little pink rosebuds or flirty girl clothing new orleans other tiny flower scattered tastefully here and. Behold a dress cap! One can imagine the care and taste and time and thought consumed in its manufacture. And how the old lady must shemales in amsterdam appeared when in full dress! Many of those dames wore little bunches of black curls to enhance the effect, those tight, stiff little curls that looked like they had been wound on a slate-pencil.

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Well, I must return to cap trimmings to tell of a bride. She must have cloothing in the neighborhood of seventy, for she made what her friends called a flirty girl clothing new orleans match with a widower long past that age.

They came to the St. Charles Hotel on a kind of honeymoon trip. She decorated her head, oh, ye cherubim and seraphim! I, who revel in a towering white pompadour, have just had the present of a soft silk cap, with frills and bows.

I presume it will be useful on glirty breezy piazzas of the mountains a week hence; but it looks to me now that the flirty girl clothing new orleans of our mothers and grandmothers are on the march hitherward. Who knows but they may be useful yet? Nobody had dreamed even of machine-made ruchings any more than of vehicles that run all over the streets without the aid of horses. We made our frills of lawn, neatly gathered on to a band, and what is more, they had to be fluted with hot spread my legs and fuck me deep. How queer it is, when we recall to mind the images of people so long absent that they are nw forgotten, the image presents itself, emphasized by some peculiarity of dress or speech.

When I think of Dr. Cloghing, every Biddy in the kitchen and every little darky one sees wandering around wears handsomer frills than Susanna and I ever dreamed of. Parasols had heavy fringes; so, to show to advantage, they were carried upside down, the ferule end flirty girl clothing new orleans with a ring to be, like the shag local girls Slagle Los Angeles holders, hung from the finger.

My sister had a blue parasol, with pink fringe, that I thought too beautiful for words. How I should laugh at it now! Black, heelless slippers, with narrow black ribbons, wound over the flirty girl clothing new orleans, and crossed and recrossed from ankle, way up, over white stockings, were the style; it was a pretty fashion.

I was only a looker-on. When I mentioned slippers I recalled that hotel hop, for Mme. Le Vert wore a pink silk dress and flirty girl clothing new orleans satin slippers, all laced up and tied up with broad pink ribbons. Nobody had ever seen the like.

Walton, her mother, was on hand, and hopped, nea, just as spry a hop as any young girl. I contrived to sidle along and keep near to Mme. Le Vert, for I was as fascinated as any one of her numerous beaux. Le Vert, by the way, had just started on a trip to Europe for his health.

Going to Europe then was like taking a trip to Mars. I heard Mme. Le Vert talking to four different swains in four different languages. I believe she considered beautiful mature want sex dating Phoenix Arizona linguistic versatility her strong point. She surely was a most remarkable woman. She was as tender and sweet to me, a very plain, simple, unattractive girl, as to her swellest friends.

One does not easily forget such an episode of early life. I never met Mme. Le Vert after that autumn. I will not moralize or sermonize over these reminiscences.

They are all of the dead flirty girl clothing new orleans. Both fashions and people are gone.