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Since seeing that big pig outside the charchutería (delicatessen), Jamones Faustinos Prieto (Tuesday’s post), I’ve been thinking about our metal pig. After searching all my scans and 14 photo albums I found it in a photo of our San Diego kitchen taken in 1996.
The pig story reminded my friend Josephine in Sicily of a T-shirt experience we had in Italy in Marina di Carrara in the early ’70s. The story revolves around a T-shirt (below). Josephine remembered seeing someone in it and us both laughing because he seemed to be unaware. But then she wasn’t sure if maybe I was the one wearing it. She simply remembered us laughing.
Unfortunately, I did have that T-shirt. I bought it during spring break in Daytona Beach, Florida. But I can’t remember that day in Italy. My memory tends to be good for the silly little things, but Josephine’s is even better.
I don’t want to believe I was classless enough to wear it around Italy, even if I wasn’t even 20 years old. Josephine’s family had quite a bit of class and never would have approved.
The two photos (after the cartoon pigs) show the metal pig and then a view back into the kitchen from the library where you can see a papier-mâché pig had found its way. Looking through the photos makes me want to do a post on the San Diego house. We loved that house, our gardens, and San Diego.
I went back to the art supply store yesterday and exchanged my watercolor markers for a set of 120 that hadn’t been there the day before. I also bought a new, large Bristol pad. There’s nothing stopping me now. Except myself.
Desde que vi ese cerdo enorme afuera de la charchutería, Jamones Faustinos Prieto (la publicación del martes), he estado pensando en nuestro cerdo de metal. Después de buscar en todos mis escaneos y 14 álbumes de fotos, lo encontré en una foto de nuestra cocina de San Diego tomada en 1996.
La historia del cerdo le recordó a mi amiga Josephine, de Sicilia, una experiencia sobre una camiseta en Marina di Carrara, Italia, a principios de los 70. La historia gira en torno a una camiseta (abajo). Josephine recordaba haber visto a alguien con ella y a ambos riéndonos porque él parecía no darse cuenta. Pero luego ella no estaba segura de si era yo quien la llevaba. Simplemente recordaba que nos reíamos.
Por desgracia, sí tenía esa camiseta. La compré durante las vacaciones de primavera en Daytona Beach, Florida. Pero no recuerdo ese día en Italia. Mi memoria suele ser buena para las pequeñas cosas, pero la de Josephine es aún mejor.
No quiero creer que fui tan ingenua como para usarlo por Italia, aunque no tuviera ni 20 años. La familia de Josephine tenía mucha clase y nunca lo habría aprobado.
Las dos fotos (después de los cerdos animados) muestran al cerdo de metal y luego una vista de la cocina desde la biblioteca, donde se puede ver que un cerdo de papel maché se las arregló para salir. Mirando las fotos me dan ganas de escribir una entrada sobre la casa de San Diego. Nos encantaba esa casa, nuestros jardines y San Diego.
Ayer volví a la tienda de arte y cambié mis rotuladores de acuarela por un juego de 120 que no estaban el día anterior. También compré un bloc Bristol grande nuevo. Ya nada me detiene. Excepto yo misma.
The Italians and Spanish make such wonderful things from pigs. Love the kitchen, it is rather clean and clutter free.
David:
That was a great kitchen. It had been original from 1924 except for the oven which was from 1949. We renovated and added what we hoped would complement the original.
Now, that’s more like it!
And, now… that tee-shirt… really, Mitchell? You wore that? Ha!
Judy C:
Not only am I shocked I had the bad taste to wear that in public, but I’m shocked I had the nerve.
Nothing stopping me but myself. True of all of us, living in our DIY boxes of life! Bust out! Boud
Boud:
Your creativity inspires me. If only it would set a fire under my ass.
I love the metal pig in your former kitchen — and that space above the door was just perfect to display it!
Debra:
I miss that metal pig and I can’t even remember what we did with it.
Oh my God I love the metal Pig! Have a great my kitchen. If I ever come across a picture of my wood and metal pig I’ll have to send you a picture. And can I just say how I love the name Josephine? Not enough women have the name Josephine anymore.
That’s my audiologist’s name! Yes, unusual.
Jim:
I only know the one Josephine.
Mistress Borghese:
The only Josephine I’ve ever known. But the real name is Giuseppa. Even better.
Oh my god, Mitchell. I used to have almost the same (or was it the same?) stove twenty-something years ago. I loved that stove with all my heart. Well, the oven was a little funky. But still.
Lovely piggy above the door. And lovely piggy on the other side.
Yes, please do a post on that home of yours. I think I could live in that house very, very contentedly. And I want to see your yard.
Do some art. Please.
Ms. Moon
Ms. Moon:
That stove was “new.” In 1949, the original owners of the house replaced the original 1924 stove. That was our favorite stove and kitchen. Our San Francisco kitchen was bigger and grander but it didn’t have that charm.
Do you recall if the stove was a Wedgewood brand?
Sra Luna:
It WAS Wedgewood. Worth a fortune!
A lot of t-shirts in the ’70s were classless. It was a classless time. LOL
Steve:
That was the only truly tacky T-shirt I ever bought. I was trying to be one of the guys, I guess.
Not gonna lie, I love the T-shirt! It sure beats all of those happy face ones that were so prevalent back then. The twelve-year-old boy in me is laughing his butt off, whereas the twelve-year-old girl tin me is blushing to her toes and slapping the boy very hard. Thanks for the conflict and chuckles, Scoot.
Deedles:
Smiley faces drove me absolutely insane. Yeah, the T-shirt was funny but I still can’t believe I wore it in public AND when traveling abroad.
Honestly “making bacon” 🥓 on the Italian Riveria with my wife sounds pretty good as long as I don’t end up in Italian jail 🇮🇹
Adam
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Adam:
My friend has a place for you to stay if you get arrested in Sicily. She lives in a building that was once a jail.
Oh, that kitchen looks wonderful! I’d love to see the rest of the house. And that was in San Diego? Sounds perfect. Olivia
Olivia:
We were simply thinking about buying a house in San Diego and decided to spend a Sunday roaming the neighborhoods we were interested in and going to open houses. We fell in love with this one the minute we walked in the door.
What a fun, piggy post! That shirt isn’t nearly as bad as some of the ones my older daughter’s partner wears.
Kelly:
That was the only bad taste T-shirt I ever owned. What does your daughter’s partner wear?
Oh my gosh!! That t-shirt!!!
Michael:
I even wore that when I was with my parents!
Pigs are always better roasted, cured, fried, stewed or otherwise eaten, in my opinion 😋😋 Jx
Jon:
Unless you’re a pig.
Yes, the ’70’s were tacky and tasteless, especially in fashion and home decor. Your piggy T reminded me of one advertising United Airlines that featured two geese in the Mile High club with the caption, “FLY UNITED”.
I’m glad you got a great set of art markers, Scoot! I love using STAEDTLER markers, pencils, erasers and pencil crayons — high quality at affordable prices. And no, I don’t work for STAEDTLER, LOL!
Tundra Bunny:
I remember a Fly United T-shirt with ducks! Yes, I was pleased the markers were made by Staedtler.
OMG! That t-shirt. I’m surprised you didn’t get arrested, as I understand some foreign countries have strict laws re public decency. On the other hand, it reminds me of a meme I recently saw where Two Dolls Donnie was pictured as the pig in front and Putin was pictured as the pig in back, doing that exact making bacon.
Shirley:
Italy wasn’t one of THOSE countries at the time. And, yes, I’ve seen that current iteration. Funny, but I couldn’t wear it.
That’s a great pig in the kitchen from days gone by. But that t-shirt? Naughty boy. When my daughter was maybe 3 years old she had a shirt with a pig on it, lounging outside that said Bacon In The Sun. She always got confused and thought it said Ham In The Hot.
Love,
Janie
janiejunebug:
Ham in the Hot! I was in Daytona that year during the motorcycle rally (unintentional). The T-shirt was tame.
I probably wouldn’t wear it anywhere outside the house, but I like that shirt. And at least the two porkers seem to be enjoying themselves.
Kirk:
I’m amazed that I wore that T-shirt out and about. I remember going someplace with my parents one day wearing that shirt. And they didn’t say a word.
That’s a nice looking kitchen!
Walt the Fourth:
My favorite of all our kitchens.