Happy Easter! Over a 100 years ago this is how you might have celebrated - sending a card featuring giant eggs and women. Across Europe this was a thing. With slight differences between countries. First off the much loved hatching woman (A thread)
In Germany the hatching woman was normally less erotic and more upright - more like a serving hatch or kiosk. ‘Frohe Ostern! kann ich Ihnen helfen?’
Meanwhile In France there’s some weird Easter shit going on. First the giant egg with a scary woman’s face saying PÂQUES!
Also in France, like insta influencers, les femmes pose with eggs, caressing them. Sometimes with a man holding them admiringly, because like Lynx aftershave, eggs make you more attractive
In Estonia the egg lady has hatched an entire weird Easter smirking family.
Meanwhile over in Italy, women know how to present their eggs 🥚 🥚 in a way that renders them irresistible and La Dolce Vita with a moustached man follows.
In Sweden you need to learn a whole new Easter narrative. Forget the eggs, it’s all about the hens. Man turns up with a big grin and a chicken, you are surprised, fall over and it all ends with a puss (a kiss not a cat). I was hoping for better from Sweden...
Austrian women have their own props. An elaborate double basket and sprigs of pussy willow with which to lure the man in jaunty hat. (Beware also their children who drop Easter bombs on you from an airship.)
It’s time to talk about Britain.... What can I say? It’s all here. Caressing crucifixes, hoards of Easter brides in carriages driven by midnight rabbits. None of it looks much fun. Happy Easter 🐣
I don't want to neglect Dutch Easter cards from around 1910 - 1920. Their stares are intense, the hair perfect and lips sumptuous. And they hold flowers and eggs perfectly.
(Images from Wellcome Digital Library)
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There’s something wonderful about looking at Christmas Day menus during wartime - a moment to pause the horror and find some magic.
First off the 42nd signals division. 1940
You voted to hear more about Hammersmith’s King Street. So, did you know it isn’t in fact named after a king - but is named after John King, Bishop of London, who gave land to the poor of Fulham in 1620.
This is what King Street looked like on a map in 1839. It’s roughly 1 and a half miles long, and used to have several posting-houses, as it was the road to Windsor. These were houses or inns where horses were kept and could be rented or changed out.
So, King Street got its name in about 1794. By the early 19th century, shops started to appear along the street. Here's an oil painting made in 1869. ( Hammersmith & Fulham Archive)
In the early 20th century, the Bavarian Enclave experienced a societal shift. Their loyal
Kätze-Mädchen, hired as young girls, were growing old. Many passed away, leading to a shortage of care-workers, lowering living standards as one-to-one care became one-to-three.
Their old way of life was becoming unsustainable. They experimented with Katzenjungen but after close observation decided that boys were not capable of displaying the same level of feline devotion as their female counterparts.
Kaiser Katze von Rathaus's daughter, the progressive Kaiserin Mackrele Von Rathaus proposed an ambitious plan, an expansion programme far beyond Germany's borders.
It is March 1898. A young reporter Edward Le Breton-Martin, with Pearson’s Magazine, goes out onto the streets of London with a photographer & writes an article about the way people hold their hands as they walk along. Here for your delectation is a thread on London hands.
Edward first observes the hands of a labourer, with a rolling gait and a firm dogged fist - as if to say ‘just you keep out of my path’. Edward did and carried on with his hand quest (a thread)
He spotted a man in a rush outside the British Museum. His fingers nervously twitching - a sign of ‘a would-be man of letters’ - whom you know ‘will never be famous’. Edward continues…
On March 10th 1914 at the National Gallery, a pale woman, early thirties, took out a small hatchet and attacked 'Venus' by Valasquez. Suffragette Mary Richardson said "I have tried to destroy the painting...as a protest against the government destroying Mrs Pankhurst.'
May 23rd 1914, suffragette Annie Wheeler entered the Egyptian Room at The British Museum, took out a small axe to attack a glass mummy case. The museum announced women would only be admitted to the galleries by ticket with a 'satisfactory recommendation'. She was imprisoned.
Suffragette Clara Lambert, alias Catherine Wilson, smashed a display case with a meat cleaver in the Asiatic Saloon of The British Museum in April 1914 - breaking Chinese porcelain cups & saucers. She joined the first Women's Police Service in 1915 - her life story is fabulous.