Caption this! Christmas in July 2018 and win $50
We continue celebrating Christmas in July 2018 with this caption contest. Extra points for using Victorian vernacular! Your caption can be funny, thoughtful, or even a poem. It doesn’t have to be related to Christmas.
Our panel of judges will choose from the entries to determine the winners. Each winner receives a $50 gift coupon to use on regularly-priced merchandise at our website! Enter your caption by midnight PT on Thursday, July 26.
We added a sixth photo! One more chance to win!
How to enter
- Only one caption per photo.
- You may caption one or more of the photos.
- Please enter each caption as a separate comment on this blog (comments are moderated and will show up once approved) including
1. the photo number
2. caption
3. your first name and last initial
4. and your town/state (or country) - We will also accept captions on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter. We will then publish your caption in the comments section of the blog. Please include the information listed in #3 above.
- You may email your caption. We will then publish your caption in the comments section of the blog. Please include the information listed in #3 above.
- By entering the contest, you grant us permission to use your caption on our website, blog, in our newsletter and on other social media platforms.
- Have fun!
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Winning
- The contest runs until midnight PT on Thursday, July 26.
- The winner will be chosen by a panel of judges with input from those of you who care to comment on the captions entered. If you like what someone wrote, let us know by commenting on the caption!
- The winners will be notified by Saturday, July 28 through the platform on which he/she entered.
- The winner will receive a coupon code worth $50 for use on any regularly-priced merchandise at recollections.biz.
Disclaimer
Our Christmas in July 2018 caption contest is not associated with Facebook, Instagram, or Twitter.
Our Christmas in July 2018 caption contest is not associated with Facebook, Instagram, or Twitter.
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- 1. Sabina on the beach
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- 2. At the holiday dinner
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- 3. Contemplating the lighthouse
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- 4. Long day on the farm
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- 5. In the lawyer’s office
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- 6. Taking in the beach
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“Mother Warned Me about Marrying a Farmer”
Lavinia C., Email, July 26
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“The Seaman’s Widow”
L.C., Email, July 26
Photo 6
Skipper, come quick! A boat! I see a boat!
Karen W., Email, July 26
Photo 2
Baxter, I believe the ladies are ready for their Sherry.
Karen W., Email, July 26
Photo 4
#4 – Heavens, a woman’s work is never done. This is the most dreary of chores
Karen W., Email, July 26
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Genevieve smiled enigmatically across the table at her mother in law. Her full sleeves had successfully hidden the terribly dry turkey she had slipped off her plate and deposited under the table for the waiting pug dog.
sallybeezkneez, Instagram, July 26
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The sea breeze brushed the maiden’s hair across her porcelain skin, the golden strands clung to the salt ridden streaks that threatened her usually flawless complexion. A starting, almost sardonic laugh broke free from her throat. Her darling Jonathan hadn’t even grown cold and here she was worrying about the redness of her eyes. Her one love, her best life. She choked back a sob as the memories came flooding back. Of the news, of…. of the body. God, the body. Where once used to be a vessel of light and wit and everything good was now nothing more than a mangled icy corpse. Almost as if Mother Earth were grieving the loss of a beautiful soul, the distraught waves of the ocean churned black with grief. A shaky smile adorned her swollen lips as the cold ocean foam lapped at the hem of her dress. No matter, she would see her beloved soon enough. It was only a matter of time.
lucy_in_the_skywdiamonds, Instagram, July 26
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The chickens had fled the coop at the very sight of her large basket. I just want eggs, I wasn’t going to cook you Charlotte can muttered as the tail if the last hen disappeared over the hill. She sat down to rest and delicately patted her brow. Jason must not know what a greenhorn she was at farming. She must bring some eggs back! Then she spotted a roadside stand and happily bought a dozen eggs from a girl trending it. She smiled and walked back towards the house.
sallybeezkneez, Instagram, July 26
Photo 4
Splayed in the summer heat, no longer keeping her lady like posture, she felt free. Well, as free as she could get without removing the stifling cotton and itchy lace that bound her limbs and constricted her every move. The green rolling hills of the plains sent a slight breeze her way, relieving her for only a moment before skirting back beyond the horizon to leave her uninterrupted conference with the sun. The only moisture left seeming to be the droplets of sweat glimmering like graceless jewels upon her skin.
lucy_in_the_skywdiamonds, Instagram, July 26
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That was the third carriage that went by in as many hours. No one would stop for just a wave or a smile. Jane knew she’d have to bring out the big guns…her left ankle!
dezivanheranerl, Instagram, July 26
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“You can’t cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.”
brievanglam, Instagram, July 26
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It was her first time at the beach after her whole life inland. It was amazing, the edge of the world.
peyton.hudsonn, Instagram, July 26
Photo 6
“I see a boat, we going to be rescued”!!
Lindsay_york96, Instagram, July 26
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But on the map, it was only this big!
dezivanheranerl, Instagram, July 26
Photo 6
Cecily’s eyes were wide with excitement, her hands a’ quiver with the aftermath of the daring act she had just performed. As her now shoeless toes soaked into the sand she let out a shout of glee, throwing her hands to the sky. She refused to let anyone be the master of her fate. Her mother thought she had merely been being catty when Cecily had proposed the silly notion of running from her own arranged marriage. An ecstatic giggle emitted from her lips as she pictured her stern mother’s face now. As her eyes roamed the cloudy horizon and the frigid waves ruined her lace, she felt the endless possibility that the world could offer her. Cecily wouldn’t be tied down now, she couldn’t. She was ultimately, totally, positively free.
lucy_in_the_skywdiamonds, Instagram, July 26
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We will send this photo to your office right away…ready to the carrier pigeon, Beulah!
sallybeezkneez, Instagram, July 26
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Elizebeth and Dianna had just found out Mr. Adams sinister secret. The gold he had found was fake! Even though no one believed Elizebeth and Dianna they had cracked the case and all the evidence was right there.
peyton.hudsonn, Instagram, July 26
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I would like to place an order for delivery. Wait…I cannot read your scrawl, fair sister. Does that say you want pineapple…on your PIZZA?!?!
dezivanheranerl, Instagram, July 26
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Mourning in the summer is dreadful.
Dawn C., Facebook, July 26
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“I’m finally freeeee! No corset!”
Ann L., Facebook, July 26
Photo 6
“Eternal Hope”
Shirley L., Facebook, July 26
“A young brides joy, soon to be sorrow”
Alaysha M., Facebook, July 26
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God’s love for me is deeper than the oceans!
Karron F., Facebook, July 26
Photo 6
Laces with shoeless
Josefina C., Facebook, July 26
That kid’s gotta come back down at some point….
Biblio S., Facebook, July 26
Photo 6
So happy you’re home….I missed you so!
Kriss N., Facebook, July 26
Photo 6
Ah there’s nothing like the smell of the good salty sea air to relax ones mind!
Katie B., Facebook, July 26
Photo 6
It’s a boat! It’s a boat! They finally found me!
Manage
Kim D., Facebook, July 26
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The tea does not taste peculiar. Why do you ask?
Dawn C., Facebook, July 26
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“Where are my horse and buggy? I know I parked them right here!”
Whitney Walker, Facebook, July 26
Photo 4
My oh my where is my Bo!
Kim D., Facebook, July 26
Photo 4
Dear God, Don’t let the children find me…
Biblio Sparrow, Facebook, July 26
Photo 4
Oh fiddleleedee, Ret just ‘bailed” on me. What ever shall i do?
Liane Rowe, Facebook,July 26
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I do declare, where is that carriage?
Karron Pulliam Farias, Facebook, July 26
Photo 4
There’s hay but why am I not rolling?
Dawn Copp, Facebook, July 26
Photo #6
Cecily’s eyes were wide with excitement, her hands a’ quiver with the aftermath of the daring act she had just performed. As her now shoeless toes soaked into the sand she let out a shout of glee, throwing her hands to the sky. She refused to let anyone be the master of her fate. Her mother thought she had merely been being catty when Cecily had proposed the silly notion of running from her own arranged marriage. An ecstatic giggle emitted from her lips as she pictured her stern mother’s face now. As her eyes roamed the cloudy horizon and the frigid waves ruined her lace, she felt the endless possibility that the world could offer her. Cecily wouldn’t be tied down now, she couldn’t. She was ultimately, totally, positively free.
Lana S.
Long Beach California
Photo #1
The sea breeze brushed the maiden’s hair across her porcelain skin. The golden strands clung to the salt-ridden streaks that threatened her usually flawless complexion. A startling, almost sardonic laugh broke free from her throat. Her darling Jonathan hadn’t even grown cold and here she was worrying about the redness of her eyes. Her one love, her best life. She choked back a sob as the memories came flooding back. Of the news. Of….the body, god the body. Where once used to be a vessel of light and wit and everything good was now no more than a mangled icy corpse. Almost as if Mother Earth we’re grieving the loss of a beautiful soul, the distraught waves of the ocean churned black with grief. A shaky smile adorned her swollen lips as the cold ocean foam lapped at the hem of her dress. No matter, she would see her beloved soon enough. It was only a matter of time.
Lana S.
Long Beach California
Photo #4
Splayed in the summer heat, no longer keeping her ladylike posture, she felt free. Well, as free as she could get without removing the stifling cotton and itchy lace that bound her limbs and constructed her every move. The green rolling hills of the plains sent slight breeze her way, relieving her only for a moment before skirting back beyond the horizon to leave her uninterrupted conference with the sun. The only moisture left seeming to be the droplets of sweat glimmering like graceless jewels upon her skin.
Lana S.
Long Beach California
#6 Free Again!
#1 Waiting for Lightning to Strike!
number 3: Lady of the Light
alexa p
eureka springs, ar
number 1: He’s dead and gone…i am available
alexa p
eureka springs, ar
#4 – Heavens, a woman’s work is never done. This is the most dreariest of chores.
Picture #4
If one must do work on one’s farm
One must not let that work show harm.
A lady must always be well dressed.
Even in exhaustion, she must look her best.
Beth A.
Texas
6. Catching the wind
Marian R.
California
Photo #2
As the barely audible burp sliced through the stuffy atmosphere of the parlor, she couldn’t help but to make eye contact with her step mother. The slight tug of her lips and the familiar brow arch that she had practiced specifically for times such as these graced her face. Oh how she loved to tease the old bat. She let her young eye trail from their guest and back to her step mother once again, daring her to break character. The older woman across from the youth settled on a quiet sniff in a valiant effort to retain her composure. She decided to keep testing her step mother. You know, see if all those “poise and perfection” classes were worth a dime. Tonight would be such fun…
L.S.
LB California.
Photo 6.
“If you’re happy and you know it, clap you hands!”
Anna C.
Castro Valley, CA
Photo 4
“I do declare, I might perspire and so I lift my hand higher so that I should not have a fevered brow even after working the plow”
Anna C.
Castro Valley, CA
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“Her favorite spot to come up with a bright idea”
Anna C.
Castro Valley, CA
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“Tonight was the night, she had been practicing for months and was determined not to spill anything on her white blouse during dinner!”
Anna C.
Castro Valley, CA
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“Resting Beach Face”
Anna C.
Castro Valley, California
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Violette stared at the profile before her, she had little room for error, as investigative business was rather serious. She’d fought hard for her position, receiving an occupation in a man’s world was no small feat. With every confidence in the wording of her inquiry, she dialed the super intendant’s number. The information she’d managed to slyly acquire could greatly affect the outcome of the case.
sofiesczech, Instagram, July 25
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“For him and him alone I wait”
Brenda B., Facebook, July 26
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“Perhaps you’d like dessert?”
Brenda B., Facebook, July 26
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“Lizzie? Is that you?”
Brenda B., Facebook, July 25
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Walking alone….
Jonnie B., Facebook, July 25
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This big house is going to be empty now..
Devlyn F., Facebook, July 25
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“The prodigal daughter ”
Shirley L., Facebook, July 25
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Off to teach!
Kriss N., Facebook, July 25
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Oh my stars. I have always dreamed of living in a big ole house ! Despite the fact it isn’t in Texas!
Claudia H., Facebook, July 25
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Time passes so quickly …I feel I don’t belong here anymore…I don’t want to in….I want to Stay in my dreams of time gone by …recollections …is all that’s left of my life with you.
Peter S., Facebook, July 25
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It’s a sooooo hot!
Jonnie B., Facebook, July 25
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I’m going to rest just a few minutes before I start picking.
Devlyn F., Facebook, July 25
Photo 4
“Damned chickens…”
Darlene W. Facebook, July 25
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Where are all the good men at, when you need them?
Kara T., Facebook, July 25
Photo 4
“Summertime and living is hard”
Shirley L., Facebook, July 25
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The agony of defeat- at the Easter Egg hunt.
Susan L., Facebook, July 25
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The gleaner
LuJean G., Facebook, July 25
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phew.., i should’ve worn panties…
Tini V., Facebook, July 25
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This “Little House on the Prairie ” Thing ain’t working for me.
Debbie M., Facebook, July 25
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Well Davy Crocket said— Yall can all go to hell, but I am going to Texas!
Claudia H., Facebook, July 25
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Just because I am dirt tired, I sure don’t have to look dirt poor. Thanks, Recollections!
Nita A., Facebook, July 25
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I shouldn’t have put all my eggs in one basket.
Kathryn J., Facebook, July 25
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“Life is a quick succession of…busy nothings…” -Jane Austen / Mansfield Park
Maria T., Facebook, July 25
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Oh, what must I do! I love Daniël and Alfie to….please help what must I do…Shall I marry for riches or give myself to Alfie and never wear beautiful dresses…
Peter S., Facebook, July 25
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There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home.
Kriss N., Facebook, July 25
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Gracious living
Shirley L., Facebook, July 25
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You asked me to dinner to tell me that you are leaving me to go to Texas !!
Claudia H., Facebook, July 25
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What are you thinking about Mr. Darcy? Maybe I’m thinking the same thing…
Kriss N., Facebook, July 25
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Santa says I have been good and thanks to Recollections, I look good too!
Nita A., Facebook,July 25
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When you finally see your food coming
Jessica H., Facebook, July 25
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A walk on the beach is a cure-all for everything.
Devlyn F., Facebook, July 25
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“Young widow”
Shirley, L., Facebook, July 25
Picture #5—– I do declare! The ocean in Texas is magnificent !!
Claudia H., Facebook, July 25
Picture #4—–I told her not to mess with Texas women!
Claudia H., Facebook, July 25
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Well, fiddle dee dee! Twas an arranged marriage–He brought me to Galveston Texas by ship and died on the voyage! Claudia H, Facebook, July 25
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Naturally, I AM the most beautiful of all!! I AM wearing my latest Creation of recollections, take a look at the lovely skirt, see how IT moves in the wind!!
Peter S., Facebook, July 25
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“Of course I can cook a great holiday dinner, sweet Mother in law. Here; let me fix you a plate.”
Susie M., Facebook, July 25
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Yes.. Hello Stephanie. We looked over your caption for caption this Photo, Simply Smashing.
Stephanie D., Facebook (Steampunk Threads), July 25
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Operator I said STEAM PUNK .. NOT STEAM TRUNK
Maxine H., Facebook (Steampunk Threads), July 25
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“Okay, you said left to 6, then right to 43. What was after that? And please, go slow”…..
Cindy O., Facebook (Steampunk Threads), July 25
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Where oh where has My little dog gone? ( singing)
Monica H., Facebook (Steampunk Threads), July 25
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‘Girl with Wicker Basket: Country Rustic Living’ -1868, United Kingdom
Stephanie L., Facebook (Steampunk Threads), July 25
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Well,he did warn me about playing country music on the radio….
Cindy O., Facebook (Steampunk Threads), July 25
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Fashion……it’s exhausting looking this good
Amanda H., Facebook (Steampunk Threads), July 25
Photo 4
My husband said he would be a few minutes… that man in the blue police box and “cool” bow tie said he would make sure to have him back by dinner… hmm…
Joseph D., Facebook (Steampunk Threads), July 25
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They say you gather what up what you sow
Denise G., Facebook (Steampunk Threads), July 25
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He said It was a Castle?
Monica H., Facebook, (Steampunk Threads), July 25
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“Victorian Futurism” -circa 1845:
Liverpool, England Country House
Stephanie L., Facebook (Steampunk Threads), July 25
Photo 3
“Well, it ain’t no Downton Abbey….”
Elizabeth G., Facebook (Steampunk Threads), July 25
Photo 2
Your Mother and Sister are coming for tea?
Monica H., Facebook (Steampunk Threads), July 25
Photo 2
“If tea and scones can’t fix it, then it is a serious problem!”
Stephanie L., Facebook (Steampunk Threads), July 25
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The tides coming in . not Out Hmph
Monica H., Facebook (Steampunk Threads), July 25
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“On an endless sea of black lace she dances upon the sand….whispers to her long lost lover come back to me again”
Stephanie L., Facebook (Steampunk Threads), July 25
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Mary Poppins Rebel Granddaughter has arrived.
Noelle H., Facebook (Steampunk Threads), July 25
Photo 6
“At least I won’t get sunburned in my bathing costume!”
Kianna H
Wellesley ON, Canada
Photo 5
“We’re looking for a Holmes, Sherlock Holmes.”
Kianna H
Wellesley ON, Canada
Photo 3
“Is this where Anne of Green Gables lives?”
Kianna H
Wellesley, ON Canada
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“I spy with my little eye, a flaming pudding three feet high!”
Kianna H
Wellesley, ON Canada
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“Walking nature’s runway”
Kianna H
Wellesley, ON Canada
Photo 4
“A woman’s work is never done!”
Instagram (thecountrylane)
Kianna H
Wellesley, ON Canada
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Though the day was sunny, her thoughts were dark. The walk back to the house felt long and arduous without him.
Margo T., Facebook (Steampunk Threads), July 24
Photo 3
They call it a widows walk
Denise G., Facebook (Steampunk Threads), July 24
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*singing to herself* “Lizzy Borden took an axe..”
Christina P., Facebook (Steampunk Threads), July 24
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Sand in my petticoats…the horror!
Margo T., Facebook (Steampunk Threads), July 25
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“How dare you ask if I’m wearing bloomers!”
Kate G. Facebook (Steampunk Threads), July 25
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Waiting for her moment
Margot T., Facebook (Steampunk Threads), July 25
Photo 2
“How many husbands have you had?”
“Including my own?”
Mad S., Facebook (Steampunk Threads), July 24
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“Dear lady I will easily choke you with that scone, then enjoy my victory with a cup of tea.”
Shenelle G., Facebook (Steampunk Threads), July 24
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Wasted romance
Margo T., Facebook (Steampunk Threads), July 25
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Now, to traverse the world through books by the warm hearth with a nice cup of tea.
Samantha C., Facebook, July 25
Photo 3
I wanted a house of straw.
Patty S., Facebook, July 25
Photo 2
As lovely as the tea was I could not impose and stay for another morsel
Danielle G., Facebook, July 25
Photo 2
“And you really believed him?”
Barbra T., Facebook, July 25
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I wonder if i can change this lace to fringe.
Patty S., Facebook, July 25
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Beware the Ides of March
Kim D., Facebook, July 25
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May my sorrows wash away with your sins
Ash M., Facebook, July 25
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Does this skirt make my legs look fat?
Patty S., Facebook, July 25
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Patiently Waiting
Veronica C., Facebook, July 25
Photo 4
“Oh maybe if I play the damsel in distress and nice gentleman will come and help me do this work to rescue me!”
Katie B., Facebook, July 25
Photo 4
Dreaming of a place where you can go to purchase the food instead of growing it.
Murry M., Facebook, July 25
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Only 40 acres left to pick.
Barbra T., Facebook, July 25
Photo 4
And where is my horse and carriage?
Kim D., Facebook, July 25
Photo 4
I wonder if those 21st-century women will have as tough a life?
Corbie B., Facebook, July 25
Photo 4
“A woman’s work is never done!”
thecountrylane, Instagram, July 25
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It was then that he saw her, amongst the summer heat and wilted lettuce, wilted day, wilted lace. Could he be her gentle breeze, or would their spark burn and consume them both?
emilyellisrichards, Instagram, July 25
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A lady does not sweat
holykinglana, Instagram, July 25
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“It’s alright Clive, they’re gone. You can come out! Or stay down there. Either way, what bliss.”
cabanamacabre, Instagram, July 25
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And there she stood at the place she had always been. All at once everything is exactly the same and yet entirely different. Run, she thought.
thejourneyofjessica, Instagram, July 24
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It was her childhood home. She’d recognized it immediately…
oldtavernfarm, Instagram, July 24
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She knew she could never return… For there stood her memories filled with love and laughter. And yet now, filled with sorrow.
nikki_renee_95, Instagram, July 24
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Coming back to her first love, even so filled with pain, it was like a weight lifted off her chest. She felt like she could take on the world again and even the scavengers that had come to the funeral had no chance…
aliw1485, Instagram, July 24
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Carriages waited at the curb for the entire performance. It was widely known in New York, but never acknowledged, that Americans want to get away from amusement even more quickly than they want to get to it.
annkathleenphotography, Instagram, July 24
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Her children grown, her life was different now, but strangely the same. She would receive strength from her homestead and be better than ever.
woman.of.grace, Instagram, July 24
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Patiently waiting for dinner.
junebug96, Instagram, July 24
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She smiled across the table at her sister. It took all of her strength and concentration to keep her from bursting out in laughter. She took a sip from her wine glass not breaking eye contact with her sister. This night would surely be one to remember.
lilasaurusrex, Instagram, July 24
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“Showing up to Thanksgiving Dinner like…”
delysialachatte, Instagram, July 24
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Elegance,grace, and cheese plates.
nikki_renee_95, Instagram, July 24
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But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand?
Or is she known in all the land,
The Lady of Shalott?
holykinglana, Instagram, July 24
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Is fashion such a serious consideration?
annkathleenphotography, Instagram, July 24
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The Ghost of Kate Morgan
@delcoronado, Instagram, July 24
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They never knew what it meant to be tempted, but you did. You understood. I’ve never known that before – and it’s better than anything I’ve known.
annkathleenphotography, Instagram, July 24
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There was a land of Cavaliers and Cotton Fields called the Old South… Look for it only in books, for it is no more than a dream remembered. A Civilization gone with the wind… (Gone With the Wind)
holykinglana, Instagram, July 24
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I can hear you here. Only, I will never hear you again.
mireinadebisbee, Instagram, July 24
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If I told you, you’d never believe me…
_twistedwrist_, Instagram, July 24
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Showing up to your haters funeral like:
lilasaurusrex, Instagram, July 24
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Guess what’s for dessert?
Linda S., Facebook
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Widow walk
Jonnie B., Facebook, July 24
Photo 3
I don’t do heights, I don’t do windows.
Debby G., Facebook, July 24
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He. Better be home and the dishes better be washed
Mark J., Facebook, July 24
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The long, lonely walk home from the church graveyard….
Veronica C., Facebook, July 24
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Did you just fart?
Barb T., Facebook, July 24
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I’d really love to stay and dine, but I must be away, so very much to do. ( For tonight the Highwayman comes riding) , thought Bess.
Jackie P., Facebook, July 24
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While it was an honour to dine with the duchess, the presentation of turtle aspic was a bit daunting. Dear god, she thought, it still has it’s head!
Erika J., Facebook, July 24
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Didn’t she already eat a scone? Look, she’s eating another. Oh, to be daring as she!
Erica T., Facebook, July 24
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How in the hell did I get sand in my ass?
Kursten W., Facebook (Steampunk Threads), July 24
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Does my bottom look big in this?
Mad Shenker, Facebook (Steampunk Threads), July 23
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Amidst a summer day i lost my love
Amidst a sumer day I lost my heart
Now as I walk along these shores I recall the moments you left me.
The moments I will cherish forever and always.
nikki_renee_95, Instagram, July 24
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It was many and many a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea that a maiden there lived whom you may know as Annabel Lee. This maiden was far wiser than we, by visiting Recollections for a shopping spree! – cemetery_mink, Instagram, July 24
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She waits by the sea for a love who will never return. Bonnie D., Facebook, July 24
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“None of us want to be in calm waters all our lives.” – Jane Austen; Dulce Maria T., Facebook, July 24
Photo 1: Release my Captain, Davey Jones. Let me live again. Sue H., Facebook, July 23
Photo 1. Annabelle Lee down by the sea. Bethany C. from Facebook on July 23:
Here, have some limericks!
Anna C.
Glendale, AZ
1. Sabina on the beach
Sabina’s late husband had planned
To be buried at sea, not on land;
And oh, how she cried —
Not for he who had died —
But for petticoats crusted with sand.
2. At the holiday dinner
Millicent smiled and said grace
As her husband sat stuffing his face;
He didn’t perceive
That she’d had up her sleeve
Powdered arsenic with her old lace.
3. Contemplating the lighthouse
A widow was known to have said
When again she was seeking to wed:
“Judge not a man’s rank,
Or his wealth in the bank,
But the size of his lighthouse instead.”
4. Long day on the farm
Young Cecily’s temper did fray
As she sent her ex-suitor away;
She’d worn her best frock
Just to find, to her shock,
All he sought was a roll in the hay.
5. In the lawyer’s office
Young legal assistants, it seems
Aren’t barred from the life of their dreams;
Though their wages are lacking,
A knack at safe-cracking
Enables rich blackmailing schemes.
6. Taking in the beach
The sailors all laughed at Miss Marge
As she gestured to each passing barge;
Each day without fail,
She’d revisit the tale
That a fish she’d once caught was “this large!”
6. When you finally get a handsome boatman to carry you over to Carrickfurgus.
Kursten W.
Madison,WI
(Did this wrong the first time)
5. “Mum’s goin’ to shit her britches when she finds out he left everything he ever owned to his mistress.”
Kursten W.
Madison, WI
2. When you’ve just sat down to dinner and your mother-in-law has already zeroed in on you.
1. “I love the smell of the ocean in the mourning.”
Stephanie J, NSW Australia.
Number 1
The eclectic shadows of the sky enshroud me, flowing outward and making its self tangible to the eyes that were all focused on sea, how can I blot out the sun making sure it can never leave behind the very fabric of my being in an all to bright world
William R.
Roger’s city Mi
Photo 1 (Sabina on the beach)
Caption:
“Miss Sabina likes long, Dark Romantic walks on the beach and a seànce after dark.”
Kirstin W.
New Jersey
2. When the handsome new suitor in town reveals he’s looking for a wife
Jessica M.
Texas