Donna and I Shopping at Packard's Corner- Picture Play Magazine

I brought home two issues of Picture Play Magazine from 1932 and one from 1938 after dinner tonight. The one above has a still photo from the film Mata Hari.

In the "bookstore" I was in where I bought her a Nancy Drew from 1965 yesterday, there are plastic bags of  paperbacks, usually four or five. We had seen Ellie Weisell at B.U. during one of the three lectures he gave last year, so I spotted his novel in one of the packages, it being sold with a copy of Turgenev and or All Quietly Flows, and right below it was a large plastic  package with a copy of Picture Play 1938 with Carol Lombard on the cover and there being no way of knowing what the other  magazines really were.

During dinner in Packard's Corner I opened it to find there were about seven magazines:

Silver Screen December 1933 (Hepburn Cover)

Picture Play May 1938 (Lombard Cover)

Picture Play January 1932

Picture Play March 1932

Screen Life September 1940

Screenland April 1937

two other magazines were so miscellaneous that I gave Donna the Woman's Day from 1965.

So because it was a "grab bag" (potluck?) , I got the entire introductory collection for under five dollars, but the worthwhile thing is that Donna said something that was memorable {or that you should write down a couple things that you're lover says for later} when she asked if I had ever have an old or real  magazine before. I told her that I've only been studying magazines since we've been living together, sometimes there is a week where I glance through them everynight on the computer while listening to old time radio mysteries with the headphone, the Museum of Modern Art and Library of Congress both having put online collections of magazines from 1914 to 1937- The entire original Strand Magazine (publisher of Arthur Conan Doyle) can be read online.

In the actual magazines that were arbitrarily put together in the bag I got today there was included a published Clarence Sinclair Bull portrait of Greta Garbo.

Donna You're not listening to me- Happy Birthday with an I Love You.

Darling, You're really not listening to me. Scott post script blog entry: If you don't know Boston, I brought Donna to dinner last night. I noticed that they serve steak tips but I always get a steak and cheese. Donna had tomato soup. I had to wait an hour in Allston-Brighton and there weren't that many stores there, but I found a bookstore and hadn't given her a card yet. I saw a copy of the Grease soundtrack and knew that could take its place. And then I scavenged for a copy of a Gosett and Dutton Nancy Drew mystery printed in 1965-66. They also had a copy of Twilight, girl meets vampire, and since we saw Breaking Dawn part two together, I put it in with the other things. All within an hour at Packard's Corner. I had the idea to walk to Coolidge Corner without having any idea where is. You can live near Government Center or Copley Square or Harvard Square for years and never try to find Coolidge Corner- but it began to rain. Earlier in the week she paid my phone-computer bill so that I wouldn't have to go to the bank, which we she and I did yesterday; so in that she runs the house, she brought me for Cheeseburgers Sunday and Monday, so we're dating steadily while living together. Donna, I'm going out to get you a belated birthday card; you're really haven't been listening to me. by the way, thank you for saying "Goodnight" although it should have been earlier in some way.

Roses and a present from Boston, Happy Birthday this month, Donna

I brought Donna to breakfast in a small coffee shop for omlettes this morning. Yesterday I combined the romantic with the specific, or practical, by bringing her home a cup from a church. The church is one of, if not the, oldest in the United States, built before The Old North Church, in Boston, and like the Old North is open to the public during the week as a historical church when services are not being held. If I'm not mistaken it was one that Oliver Wendell Holmes much later attended. She said, " I call them kaliedescope roses". This time, rather than one red rose, I gave her a dozen of two-color white-red roses. There were English roses with two shades of green, but I thought to keep the red.

Love on the Thirteenth, Thirteen and A Kino for Valentine's Day

Donna was taking a shower while I was watching a Universal Sherlock Holmes, so I downloaded-uploaded two mysteries made by Monogram during the thrities. What was spectacular was that I had an errand to run an thought that she was possibly headed for a nap, so decided that if we were planning to go out to dinner, which we postponed unitll tonight, then I would quitely make love during the afternoon. While waiting for the Valentine's day party I noticed that while we were making love, there was a mass downstairs for Ash Wednesday- I was just something that occurred to me that our time together was approximately in the afternoon and then we had to dress for dinner. It wasn't significant that we made love during Mass, because we only later realized that we were on top of it, but I just thought it was something curious.
There was a box of Valentine's day candy from a movie that she had asked to go to( I had wanted to see Anna Karenina while she had wanted to so Breaking Dawn- so we saw both) and some flowers in that the last rose I brought her was still in the vase, so we just added a couple new ones. And there was a new stuffed animal to go with the one she got last year.
 After dinner tonight she bought a DVD, and then went to a second store and she gave me a Kino silent film as part of our Valentine's Day cards. I was in fact The Haunted Castle directed by F. W. Murnau and I mentioned that I write about Sjostrom and Christensen on the internet, so the film of course was mentioned on my page (Sjostrom, Christensen, Murnau are, Lubitsch I rarely mention).
She went shopping for a blouse that I really haven't seen on her yet.

The hawk returned to his perch nearby after the blizzard, so that can be worked into a poem.