From the Vintage Ephemera archives comes this image of my mother and her mother, Marvel Jones, at Silver Springs. As a kid I was fascinated with my grandmother's attic in Michigan, (growing up in a suburban Florida ranch house, basements and attics were exotic to me.) I remember climbing up the narrow steps of the attic was like entering a time machine, as it was full of fascinating items from the past. Full of vintage ephemera. Today I sit in an attic in Florida, surrounded by stuff from Marvel's Michigan house and I wonder what she was thinking as she contemplated the underwater view at Silver Springs.
