Saturday, December 6, 2025

Saturday's peaceful postcard

This undated postcard (probably from the 1960s) features the "Waiting Room for ceremonial tea" at the Mikyato Hotel in Kyoto, Japan, a city that dates to 794. It's a beautiful location, with its waterfall, boulders, bushes, gravel and small structure that blends perfectly with its surrounding. It believe it's called a chashitsu, but please correct me if I'm wrong.

According to Wikipedia:
"The term chashitsu came into use after the start of the Edo period (c. 1600). In earlier times, various terms were used for spaces used for tea ceremony, such as chanoyu zashiki (茶湯座敷, "sitting room for chanoyu"), sukiya (place for poetically inclined aesthetic pursuits [fūryū, 風流]) such as chanoyu), and kakoi (囲, "partitioned-off space"). An account stated that it was the shogun Ashikaga Yoshimasa who built the first chashitsu at his Higashiyama villa in Kyoto. It was described as a small room of four-and-a-half tatami and was separated from the main residence."
This location may still exist, though it's surely been modified over the decades. And of course tea ceremonies for tourists are much more commercialized. It's likely there are multiple hotel-based ceremonial tea room experiences offered in Kyoto. This website for Miyako Hotel Kyoto Hachijo offers a "Japanese tea ceremony experience wearing kimono" for 10,000 yen (about $64 today). 

And I found a 2023 article by The Mainichi newspaper that features some photos that look like they might be of the same location shown on this postcard. 

Monday, December 1, 2025

Ringing in the holly-jolly month with a vintage Christmas postcard

Somehow, December returned.

We're now in the Yuletide countdown and the countdown to 2026, so there will be some holiday-themed posts sprinkled across this month, even though it's 70 degrees today in the Sonoran desert.

Papergreat has featured more then 200 posts themed "Christmas" over its decade and a half of existence. I haven't actually updated the directory since 2000, but this post will get you to dozens upon dozens of past posts, if jingle bells are your jam.

Today's postcard is a Whitney Made card that was postmarked at 4 p.m. on Christmas Eve in 1915 and mailed to Clara Hoff of Berkeley, California. The short cursive note on the back states: 
Dear Clara
I wish you all the good things your stockings can possibly hold.
Mrs. Schneider
The image on the front of the postcard features Santa Claus holding up a lantern so he can double-check his list while on someone's porch. The message states:

I'LL BE THERE TO-NIGHT
SO TURN DOWN YOUR LIGHT
HANG UP YOUR STOCKING
AND CLOSE YOUR EYES TIGHT

The idea that you're not supposed to see Santa Claus is a superstition that has persisted through the decades. When being interviewed for the Dartmouth Folklore Archive in 2021, 18-year-old L.M. stated:
“Me and my younger cousin Mallory every year had an app on our Mom’s phones called Santa Tracker. We would track Santa while he was flying around delivering presents around dessert time to make sure he wouldn’t come to our house before we were asleep because we wouldn’t get any presents. Santa’s not going to give you any presents unless you’re in bed and asleep. If you weren’t in bed when Santa came it meant you were naughty and got Coal in your stocking, that's what our Moms told us.”

Sunday, November 30, 2025

A pair of mystery snapshots

Today we have a pair of small old snapshots. Found photos for which the stories and histories are no longer attached and may never be reunited. First up is this snapshot, which is 2¾ inches wide by 4½ inches tall. It shows a woman in what appears to be a bathrobe standing in mostly dirt yard with a child. A dog lays in the background, near a gate. 

The writing on the front states 1924 and "Marie & Caroline."

The names also appear on the back, where the date is now June 1925, one full century ago.

That's it. We don't know where this is, whose scrapbook it came from or what ever happened to Marie & Caroline.
This photo, just 3½ inches by 2½ inches, features a couple reclining in a bed. There's a cursive caption on the back, but it doesn't help us with who they are or when this was taken. It states: "Here is our bed. We were going to be silly but that is what the head of our bed looks like."

If I were forced to make a guess, I'd say this one was taken sometime in the 1940s or 1950s.

Upon closer examination, the photo is a little weird. At first I thought maybe it was taken from outside, through a bedroom window that caused some reflections. But upon closer examination I realized it's a double exposure. If you look closely, you can see the faint image of another woman to the right of the woman in the bed. No, it's not a ghost. Definitely a double exposure. Possibly of the same woman. I miss the days when I might have excitedly claimed it to be a ghost photo, though.

I've had a ton of mystery photos and mystery real photo postcards on Papergreat in the past. Alas, there's no single directory of all of them, but one good place to dive in, if you're interested, is this 2021 post.

Saturday, November 29, 2025

Shades of Clark Ashton Smith

I had the high (only?) bid on this thing at a recent fundraising auction to help folks recover from early autumn flooding in Miami, Arizona, my favorite small town that I've discovered since we moved here in 2021. 

Now the thing sits on my bookshelf. 

It reminds me a little bit of the eerie sculptures of Clark Ashton Smith, which I wrote about in 2017.

Also, I've read enough paranormal short stories and seen enough episodes of "Night Gallery" — not to mention those episodes of "The Brady Bunch" with Hawaii, the tiki idol and Vincent Price — to realize that I'm now cohabitating with a cursed object, and I should probably tread very lightly.

Friday, November 28, 2025

Sci-fi book cover: "Roller Coaster World"

  • Title: Roller Coaster World
  • Secondary cover text: "Their world was dying of madness"
  • Author: Kenneth Bulmer (1921-2005)
  • Cover illustrator: Frank Kelly Freas (1922-2005), who was known as the "Dean of Science Fiction Artists," according to Wikipedia
  • Publisher: Ace Books 
  • Publication date: July 1972
  • Pages: 173
  • Format: Paperback
  • Price: 75 cents
  • Teaser blurb on first page: Once upon a time there were people who had asked for an electrode to be inserted into their brains to stimulate the pleasure centre. Then they had starved to death experiencing the ultimate pleasure. The law had outlawed that pretty game. Did the Exisensis call on forbidden lore to give their brand of pleasure? Would being number one in the Exsensi business bring him pleasure? He was concerned over the pleasure it would bring; it was a drug he craved and he meant to taste it somehow.
  • First paragraph: He thought he could get in a couple hours of sleep before they removed the last of the city. Sleep wasn't too important; but it was as well not to neglect it. He stood for a moment by his bed making up his mind which Dream to programme, unable to choose between the offerings on the catalogues of Dream-a-Scheme and Snooze-a-matic, finally deciding on one of the old faithfuls from Dial-a-Dream.
  • Last paragraph: "I feel weary," he said. He looked at Shari as she crouched over him, empty of tears, as they flew above a new planet that had no need of artificial stimulants. "I feel so tired," he said. "Isn't it wonderful?"
  • Sexism/objectification-of-women rating: Moderate to high.  
  • Excerpt #1: Marsen looked surprised. "I didn't think anyone looked at tv anymore." "Very few do. It's a dying medium." "Why bother with it?" asked Flora, craning her head to look up against the reflected light where the transportation crews hung in their antigrav control units. "Excess is so much more fun." "News are current affairs are regarded as ephemeral. When R returns to power," commented Wormleigh, his face composed, "there will be many changes."
  • Excerpt #2: This man Wormleigh both fascinated and repelled Marsden. "I understood R subscribed to the views of Hobbes," he said, probing. "As Leviathan says, one must subsume the rights of individuals into  the right of the sovereign — if I have that right." Wormleigh faced him. "R is developing a philosophy of government. We await from day to day fresh resolutions. All pre-atomic and pre-googologic systems are in decay."
  • Excerpt #3: The landslide victory of Leyden's party had been shaped by means that Marsden did not inquire into with any strictness. Corruption as a means of acquiring power had long ago been invalidated; but there were other means. He was an assemblyman, a member of government, and his duty lay plainly before him.
  • Excerpt #4: They didn't bother to call in on his screen. They simply opened up his personal keyed-lock with a sonic-pick and bashed the door down. They jumped into his apartment, spraddle-legged, tough, leather-clad, wearing crash helmets and visors. Between them they were armed with a motley collection of weapons — sporting rifles, target shooters, one man had an aralest. The only thing the weapons had in common was — they all pointed at Douglas Marsden's chest.
  • Rating on Goodreads: 3.25 stars (out of 5)
  • Goodreads review excerpt: In 2012, Toby wrote: "Surprisingly enjoyable for Kenneth Bulmer's books. A bored, burnt-out athlete/socialite's quest for meaning in a decaying society full of unproductive hedonists."
  • Rating on Amazon: 3.9 stars (out of 5)
  • Amazon review excerpt: In 2022, M Carley wrote: "I don't read a lot of sci-fi, so maybe this is normal, but I wish there had been more focus on the unique aspects of the world and the way the cities moved from place to place. Up until the end of the book, it just seemed like the book was about Doug and his job/love issues. It had potential, I just wanted more sci-fi I guess."

Thursday, November 27, 2025

1907 Thanksgiving postcard

Happy Thanksgiving. There's a lot to unpack in this 1907 postcard published by The Rose Company. Let's start with the illustration on the front. At the top, there's a golden crown. Underneath the crown is a turkey. And the turkey is standing on a shield that has the design of the United States of America's flag, over the top of which is printed these words:

Europe has its turkey
Asia has the same
But the turkey
of America
Is King ~
of all the game

With the crown and the turkey and the pro-America message this card hits in some disconcerting ways in 2025, but that's all my personal projection based upon our current moment with kings and "turkeys" and America First.1

If I had to speculate, I'd say this is a fairly harmless Thanksgiving postcard that's being a bit playful in touting American exceptionalism during an era when the United States' global power was rising. If anyone has any insights or alternate interpretations of this card, I'd love to read them in the comments.

There are cursive messages on both the front and back of this postcard, which was sent from Newton, New Jersey, to Lowell, Massachusetts, in late November 1907. The message on the front states:
Did you know Mr Hiles [?] has the Typhoid Fever?
Someone having typhoid fever in 1907 would have been a serious medical issue. Though mortality rates were on the decline at that point, thousands of Americans were still dying of the disease. Within just a few years, though, sanitation measures including water filtration, chlorination and pasteurization tamed typhoid's spread, and the military was using a proven vaccine to protect troops in high-risk areas.

The note on the back is a rather perfunctory:
Dear friend:
Rec'd your postal and hope you think of me again real soon. Thanking you for same.
1. I had a whole rant forming in my head, but I'll be good since today is a holiday. My head is spinning, anyways. I'm not sure if we're barreling toward a repeat of 1789, a repeat of 1933 or some new mixture that future historians simply refer to as "shades of 2026."

Thursday, November 20, 2025

Unintentionally unsettling eBay listing

I did a double-take and then uttered a deep sign when I saw that these two vintage mid-century books being offered together on eBay were titled And So the Wall Was Built and A Story That Has No End. Hits a little too close to home these days. 

Sunday, November 16, 2025

RIP, Tatsuya Nakadai

Japanese film legend Tatsuya Nakadai died earlier this month at age 92. "Film legend" probably doesn't do him justice. He has, arguably, the greatest actor's filmography of all time, of anyone anywhere. He's in the conversation, anyway. And acting in movies wasn't even his greatest passion. According to his obituary in Variety, "Nakadai considered himself to be a theater actor first, and the most acclaimed work of his later years came onstage, leading productions of 'Death of a Salesman,' 'Barrymore' and 'Don Quixote.' He played Hamlet, Macbeth, Othello and Richard III throughout his career."

Nakadai essentially played Shakespeare's King Lear, too. In the West, he is perhaps most well-known for the role of elderly warlord Ichimonji Hidetora in Akira Kurosawa's 1985 masterpiece Ran, which is a retelling of "King Lear." Nakadai was only 52 when he performed the role, and in my opinion should have been nominated for an Oscar.

The author Japanonfilm wrote this of Nakadai in 2021
"It is striking how often Nakadai was cast in critical roles by the very best Japanese directors of his time – not even [Toshiro] Mifune made so many great movies. ... Directors felt Nakadai was a star, even if the Japanese audiences didn’t. Nakadai was the lodestone of all Kobayashi’s great films, but he also was consistently cast by Kurosawa, Okamoto, Gosha, and Ichikawa, and the results were usually among the directors’ finest work. ... Though Mifune is the giant who made Japanese movies popular in the rest of the world and the unchallengable king of film charisma, Nakadai is the genuinely great actor of his era, arguably the greatest in the history of Japanese film."
Another essay about Nakadai that I recommend is this 2009 piece by Chuck Stephens on the Criterion.com website.

Here's a list of some of Nakadai's greatest films. I'm looking to make up for some serious oversights by watching High and Low and Harakiri in the coming days. Also hope to track a few more of these down for future viewing.
  • Seven Samurai (1954) small, uncredited role; but he was there 
  • The Human Condition trilogy (1959, 1959, 1961)
  • When a Woman Ascends the Stairs (1960)
  • Daughters, Wives and a Mother (1960)
  • Immortal Love (aka Bitter Spirit) (1961)
  • Yojimbo (1961)
  • Sanjuro (1962)
  • Love Under the Crucifix (1962)
  • The Inheritance (1962)
  • Harakiri (1962)
  • High and Low (1963)
  • Kwaidan (1964)
  • The Sword of Doom (1966)
  • The Face of Another (1966)
  • Samurai Rebellion (1967)
  • Goyokin (1969)
  • Portrait of Hell (1969)
  • Zatoichi Goes to the Fire Festival (1970)
  • Inn of Evil (1971)
  • The Wolves (1971)
  • The Human Revolution (1973)
  • I Am a Cat (1975)
  • Kagemusha (1980)
  • The Battle of Port Arthur (1980)
  • Ran (1985)
  • After the Rain (1999)
  • Lear on the Shore (2017)
The actors Peter (playing King Lear's Fool) and Tatsuya Nakadai in Ran (1985).

Monday, November 10, 2025

Postcard: "To find the pot of gold"

This vintage F.A. Owen postcard features a full rainbow over a bucolic small town and has this bit of verse:

How oft as children we try,
To find the pot of gold;
That rests beneath the rainbow's tips,
And doth such treasures hold.

The postmark date is mostly obscured. I think it's from the 1910s, though.The card was postmarked in and mailed to Sandyville, West Virginia, an unicorporated community in the northwestern part of the state. Its most notable structure may be the Sarvis Fork Covered Bridge, which dates to 1889.

The postcard was mailed to Miss Genevieve Owens. This is what the cursive note states, to the best of my deciphering skills:
Hello Girlie:-
how are you? What are you doing these nice days? Why don't you come up and play with me? I am busy all the time. Can't get time to take a visit, nor even ride the ponys if I had a chance. I am homesick to see you, and hope I shall soon.
No name is signed. As far as the addressee, there was a Genevieve Owens who lived from 1928 to 2018 in that general part of West Virginia, but I'm not sure if it's the same one. And it would put my postmark guess way off and mean this card was from the mid 1930s or later (which I suppose is possible). 

Saturday, November 8, 2025

From the readers: Halloween postmortem & other tidbits

I donned my wtich hat & purple socks and handed out candy on Halloween, while Vincent Price read ghost stories behind me (not pictured). 

Another October and Halloween have passed us by. We had a little over 100 trick-or-treaters at our house this year. I like to make a list of how many kids come and what they're wearing. The most popular costume this year was princess, followed by Ghostface. After that, there was a wide variety of costumes, including witch, Snow White, Spider-Man, pharaoh, angel, inflatable dinosaur, Michael Myers, Stitch, vampire, ghost, cheerleader, hamburger, pirate, Black Panther, Supergirl, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, wizard, pickle, Oscar the Grouch, Jawa, pumpkin, cat and, of course, clown. 

Today's a good day for the latest roundup of new reader comments, most of which are from October. Special thanks to Tom from Garage Sale Finds/Stranger Finds for so many dandy contributions!

Spooktober kickoff: "Spooks and Spirits and Shadowy Shapes": Tom writes: "As a kid, I never cared for those 'ghost story' books that had a plausible explanation. I preferred the 'true tales of ghosts' type books whether they were true or not. Those are great illustrations, though. I'd never heard of the Xerox books until later years when I found them at garage and estate sales. I guess they were vying for competition to Scholastic Books?"

Agreed on the book types! From what I can surmise, Xerox, flush with cash in the 1960s and 1970s, tried to leverage its resources to grab more of the education market by cheaply reprinting old books and selling them in bulk, at bottom-barrel prices, to schools. The aim was to expand in a sector where they were already active with educational services and paper products. But since they mostly dealt in reprints, not new material that could create buzz, they never managed to nudge Scholastic aside. But if others have more or better insight on this topic, I'd love to hear from you.

Spooky Sunday: Tom writes: "Great images. I would love to have seen one of those 'spook shows' in person."

Book cover: "Strangely Enough!": Tom and I went  off on some tangents based on posts from years past. He writes: "Nice. I haven't seen some of those covers. I know it's been 5 years, but in case you still don't know, Koogle peanut butter spread was a mixture of either Peanut Butter and Cinnamon Sugar or Peanut Butter and Grape Jelly (there may have been a chocolate one too). I begged my dad for the cinnamon sugar until he finally broke down and bought some. It was awful. It sat in our pantry for years. Funny thing is, I love peanut butter and cinnamon sugar and still eat it on toast."

Vintage postcards of the Winchester Mystery House: Chelsea C. writes: "As a Winchester Mystery House frequenter, I LOVE these postcard shots! If you ever make it out to San Jose, let me know! I'll give you all the insider tips."

And Tom adds: "Winchester House is on my bucket list as well. I'm not sure when I first heard/read about it. It could have been in a book like you mentioned, Weird Worlds magazine, or the "Ripley's Believe It or Not" TV show. It's kind of disappointing that the ghost-driven/paranoia building theory was debunked, it made for a good story."

Halloween newspaper snippets from 100 years ago: Lady M writes: "I love old Halloween advertising, especially the graphics. It is fun how doughnuts and nuts figured big in the holiday."

Kid lit horror: "The Night the Scarecrow Walked": Tom writes: "I never saw this book as a kid, but found it at a garage sale some years ago. Great book."

The spookiness of "Candy and Andy" (but mostly Candy): Brian Busby of The Dusty Bookcase writes: "'Yikes' was my first reaction, as well. Then I wondered what the little 'boy' was doing smoking in bed. On closer inspection, I see that what I took for smoke was just part of the wallpaper design. Growing up in Sixties and Seventies Montreal, British magazines were all about thanks to the great many W.H. Smith stores in the city and suburbs. That said, I'm certain Candy and Andy wasn't carried. There's no way I would've forgotten their faces."

Oliver gets into the Halloween spirit: Tom writes: "I found that print a few years ago and blogged about it. It's a great illustration. And I love the recreation on film. I've never seen that before."

Danny's sweater in "The Shining" was a real thing: Brian Busby writes: "I too was interested in the Colville connections. I'm a fan of the artist. My wife -- who is also an artist -- has always found Colville's work disturbing. When we first met, I had a framed poster from a Colville exhibition at the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts hanging in my bedroom. Fortunately, it didn't put her off. For the record, it was 'Church and Horse,', not the more disturbing 'Horse and Train.'"

The ghost photo that haunted Gen X: Tom writes: "You mentioned all of the ghost photos that haunted my childhood. I loved books like this along with In Search Of... ghost episodes. I was really into the paranormal movement of the early 2000s and watched all those shows religiously, however, I've cooled to them since and frankly they bore me now. However, I'm fortunate enough to have had my own personal experiences with the supernatural to keep me a believer."

Yeah, I watched "Ghost Hunters" for about a year with Joan at the very beginning until I realized it was going to be the same schtick and camera tricks over and over. I'm really glad you have had personal paranormal experiences and am envious, too. I sometimes wonder if being disillusioned, extremely skeptical and not receptive enough to them anymore is part of the problem.

Beautiful but quite common 1881 poetry book: "Farm Festivals": Tom writes: "What a great looking book and love those illustrations. I pick up most books published pre-1920 just because, but you're right, they're rarely worth anything monetarily. It's surprising that an author once so popular is practically unknown today."

From the readers: Treasured copy of "Andersen's Fairy Tales": Anonymous writes: "I found a copy of this book here at my house. I’m not sure who purchased it or how it got here. There’s no written or printed date anywhere. The tiny number on the front cover is 0742. Inside the front cover is: Joeseph Jonas and 35-. The book appears very old, but is in great shape."

What a find. I love it when old books appear out of nowhere. You have a magical house.

McCall Chair Co. ink blotter: Anonymous writes: "My grandfather, Grover McCall, created McCall Chair Co., where most of my family worked over the years. My brother and I accompanied my father, S.K. McCall, after work hours to the 'factory' to play among the wood, upholstery fabrics and sawdust while he worked. Many fond memories!"

Thank you so much for sharing this information! 

Take a ride with Edwards Motor Transit Co.: Commenting on a post from way back in 2010, Bill Gray shares this great information: "My grandfather, Albert 'Swede' Carlson, drove (originally from Clearfield then later DuBois to Buffalo and Pittsburgh) and his brother John was station manager in Williamsport."

Friday, October 31, 2025

Obscure book: "Gabby's Magic Brooms" take on U.S. car culture

Happy Halloween! Here's one final treat for spooky season. Gabby's Magic Brooms, written and illustrated by Marietta Caldwell Schumacher and published in 1968, was really difficult to track down. Fortunately, when I did find a copy it was very inexpensive, due to the fact that it's a library-bound edition in poor condition, with stains and multiple tears. 

That suits me just fine. This is a beautifully illustrated, fascinating and somewhat depressing (more on that in a bit) children's book, and I'm thrilled to be able to document it here. I'm almost certain it was the only published book by Schumacher, who lived from 1925 to 2012. It's a shame she didn't have more books published, though it seems she worked consistently as an artist and had numerous gallery showings.

This hardcover copy measures 7.5 inches by 10 inches, is 48 pages (almost every one illustrated), was published by Little, Brown and Company, and had an original price of $3.50. It is a stated first edition and was once in circulation in the King County Library System in Washington state, which is prseumably where it got all of its wear and tear.

The book's dedication reads "For the father of Shirin, David, Paul and John." That would be Marietta's husband, Paul John Fortuyn Schumacher (1924-1995) and those are their four children. Paul was the chief of archaeological investigations for the Western Service Center under the aegis of the National Park Service from 1956 until 1972.

Here's my summation of the plot of Gabby's Magic Brooms: A witch named Gabadale (her friends call her "Gabby") lives with a bunch of ghosts in a big old house in the middle of nowhere. One day, they learn that the house is standing in the way of a new eight-lane freeway and will be demolished. In a deal to save her home, Gabby uses magic to turn all cars into flying brooms. No cars, you see, means no need for freeways. It goes great at first. People love the freedom and convenience of traveling by broom instead of by car. But not everyone is happy. Schumacher writes: "Meanwhile, in a town named Detroit, men who make automobiles took notice." Alas, the witch has run afoul of automakers, road builders and, perhaps worst of all, "the oil men down in Texas." The supernatural is no match for Big Oil and the auto industry. So Gabby reverses the spell and turns all of the magic brooms into little red cars. Then she makes the only deal she can: She promises to never again use her magic to turn cars into brooms, if the builders promise never to bulldoze her home. The final illustration shows car-filled freeways winding all around Gabby's house. 

A bit dystopian, no?

I'd also note that it was published three years before The Lorax

In a July 1968 review for The Fresno Bee, Patricia Miles Martin wrote: "Gabby's ingenuity in saving her house makes a delightful story, in which one learns in this laugh-aloud book that even the least of us have inalienable rights. The is the author-artist's first book for children, and may we see many more."

The Oakland Tribune noted in August 1968: "This is the literary venture of Marietta Caldwell Schumacher, an artist and portrait painter. She views her book as emphasizing 'the precious right of the individual to maintain his identity in an increasingly complex society.'"

The only recent review I came across was by "Abigail." Here's an excerpt from her review on Goodreads that was posted in 2021: "While I'm not sure just how I feel about the resolution of the central dilemma here — the idea of living in a house surrounded on all sides by a busy freeway fills me with horror — I liked pretty much everything else, from Gabby's can-do attitude, to her creative solution to the problem. ... The depiction of Gabby herself, with her extremely tall hat (bent at the top), her ruffled dress with its poofs, and her buzzard-like companion, was the best part! She somehow managed to be both cute and just a bit spooky."

I'm going to close by posting numerous images of the book's pages (way more than I usually do) for posterity, as this is a very difficult book to track down and there's not much about it or Marietta Caldwell Schumacher on the internet.

Tuesday, October 28, 2025

The ghost photo that haunted Gen X

Ghost-nerd Gen Xers such as myself had some great ghost photos to scare ourselves with as kids. There was the Brown Lady of Raynham Hall, the ghost faces floating in the water beside the SS Watertown, the ghost(s) ascending the Tulip Staircase and some others.

But for me, and a lot of others I reckon, the scariest ghost photo of them all was what's known as the Chinnery Backseat Ghost. And it was right there in our middle school library, with the apparition's unforgettable glowing eyes sure to give us nightmares. It was one of the photos inside The World of the Unknown: Ghosts, which was written by Christopher Maynard and published by Usborne in 1977. We had this book in the amazing C.E. McCall Middle School library in Montoursville. In later years, the book became extremely difficult to find on the used market, probably because no one ever let go of it. But Usborne finally issued a reprint edition in 2019, allowing many middle-aged folks to revisit cherished spooky memories of their youth. 

And one of those spooky memories is the photo that shows a person who should not, could not, be there. As the caption states: "This picture is one of the most puzzling ghost photographs ever taken. The woman in the back seat was supposed to be in her grave when the photograph was taken. The driver's wife took this picture of her husband sitting in the car. She claims there was nobody in the car except her husband. Yet the photograph clearly shows the figure of a woman — her mother — who had died a week before. Experts say that the film has not been altered in any way."
Of course, like every other paranormal or cryptozoological phenomenon in the 1970s and 1980s that brought me joy and wonder, this photograph has been pretty thoroughly debunked, with a double-exposure being more likely than deception through fakery. Just one example: Blake Smith penned an excellent piece for Skeptic in 2015, concluding "This particular image has been in 'top ghost photo' lists for years now, but I think we can now take down this exhibit in the gallery of ghosts with some confidence, and put it to rest."

An essay on the website Anomalies tries to keep a more open mind, asking, "But what if there is no explanation? After all, if the spirit of a dead person decided to impress its own image onto a frame of film, what would that look like? And would it be fair to expect such an attempt to look perfect on the one and only time that spirit tried it?"

Personally, I've come to the firm conclusion that ghosts don't exist. Or, at least, they don't exist in any way that's capable of making their presence known to living people through visual, auditory or physical means. That's a bummer, because I want to believe there are supernatural things out there that we can't fully comprehend. And ghosts and hauntings are a lot more appealing than much of the stuff going on in the (scary) real world right now. But, in good news, being a nonbeliever hasn't changed the pleasure I still get from reading ghost stories and looking at ghostly images that seem unexplainable.

Related links

And that's just a sampling. Who knows what you'll find if you dust off the spooky corners of Papergreat's archive of 3,800-plus posts.

Sunday, October 26, 2025

Well-loved library copy of "Gallery of Ghosts"

This is the well-worn, well-reinforced cover of the 1965 Grosset & Dunlap hardcover edition of Gallery of Ghosts, written and illustrated by James Reynolds (1891-1957). The book was originally published in 1949, with that first edition by Creative Age Press being fairly rare and pricey when found in the wild with its dust jacket.

This copy resided in the Central High School Library in Manchester, Tennessee, for many years and was checked out often. It features ghost stories from around the world, as retold by the author. In the introduction, Reynolds explains that he has chosen 19 tales from England, France, Belgium, Portugal, Italy, Saxony, India, Norway, Hungary and the United States. "The appearances and manifestations of ghosts are as varied as the lives they lead while alive," Reynolds writes. "Choosing carefully from every phase of phenomena, I have selected that stories that seem to me to vibrate with action, color, and design, as does a cloak of motley. That classic ghost story is infinite in variety."

The nod to color and design is relevant, and Patterson was more than an author and illustrator. He worked as a set designer for Broadway productions in the early 20th century and also worked in costume design.

He got Lon Chaney Jr. (1906-1973) to pen the book's introduction. In it, Chaney discusses how he, Boris Karloff and Bela Lugosi worked to translate now-iconic monsters from the page to the movie screen. And he writes of his regret (as of 1949, anyway) that he hadn't had an opportunity to portray a ghost on film. "This book, unfolding the background and history, the motivation, the setting and the character of the ghost, is a complete guide for the actor," Chaney writes. "If one cannot see the real ghost, then reading the true ghost stories of James Reynolds is the next best thing."

In a 1949 review for the Richmond Times-Dispatch, Helena Lefroy Caperton gushed:
"A reviewer of books learns the technique of skimming through a volume, getting the gist of the subject, but only enough of it to do honest justice to the author. In 'A Gallery of Ghosts,' by James Reynolds, this is wholly impossible, for one becomes more deeply absorbed at the turn of every page. Although it is often difficult to read continuously through a volume of short stories because the attention is apt to wander concentration to fail, this is impossible in this amazing and beautiful book because of its glowing, masterly writing, its hair-raising subjects, the fine sketches by the author, and even the admirable format of the book itself."
Review Norma C. Howard, writing for the Independent Tribune of Concord, North Carolina, was somewhat less effusive when reviewing the Grosset & Dunlap edition published in 1965:
"The stories delve deeply into the lore of the many countries from which they are taken, but fail to produce the promised spine-tingling and goose-pimples promised on the dust jacket. In fact, I believe they may be safely read alone at night without fear of disturbing one's sleep. ... James Reynolds was an art-illustrator before turning writer ... and has done a very commendable job of illustrating 'Gallery of Ghosts.' It is one of the most attractive books I've seen in quite a long time and makes me wonder if he should not have stayed with his first love after all."
I have to wonder if what readers found spooky changed enough 1949 and 1965 to account for part of the difference between Caperton's praise and Howard's shrug of the shoulders. Films certainly made a transition to more graphic and visceral scares during the 1960s. Was it the same for books? Were mere ghosts entering a down cycle compared to knife-wielding psychos and satanists?

Here are some of Reynolds' illustrations from the book, which I think have certainly retained their uncanny spookiness over the decades: