tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59863944644063751592024-03-13T13:45:21.482-07:00zróbmy sobie albumWarszawa 1920-1950Piotrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06707401776494430537noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986394464406375159.post-59535855945058403962013-08-21T23:24:00.001-07:002013-08-21T23:24:17.911-07:0050<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Lata 30/40. Dwóch kolegów nad Jeziorkiem Kamionkowskim w Parku Skaryszewskim. W tle widoczny kościół pw. Matki Boskiej Zwycięskiej przy ul. Grochowskiej 365. Fot. NN, przekazał KertoipPiotrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06707401776494430537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986394464406375159.post-26477063595792167462013-08-21T02:48:00.002-07:002013-08-21T02:48:33.022-07:0049<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Okres powojenny. Popołudniowy spacer po pl. Grzybowskim. Ujęcie w kierunku wschodnim, w tle po lewej widoczny gmach PAST-y przy ul. Zielnej (ID: Daros). Fot. NN, przekazał KertoipPiotrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06707401776494430537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986394464406375159.post-40057980151822324882013-08-20T01:12:00.000-07:002013-08-20T01:12:35.592-07:0048<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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1945. Trzech mężczyzn w Alejach Jerozolimskich. W tle ruiny Dworca Głównego. Fot. NN, przekazał KertoipPiotrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06707401776494430537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986394464406375159.post-86249620797395686042013-08-12T10:39:00.002-07:002013-08-19T06:38:04.073-07:0047<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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1947. Młodzież warszawska podczas akcji usuwania gruzu po wysadzonym kościele św. Floriana (ID: Daros). Trzecia od prawej w ostatnim rzędzie Natalia Klapińska). Fot. NN, przekazał KertoipPiotrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06707401776494430537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986394464406375159.post-12513220354878752702013-08-12T10:38:00.003-07:002013-08-19T06:39:03.236-07:0046<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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1947. Młodzież warszawska podczas akcji usuwania gruzu po wysadzonym kościele św. Floriana (ID: Daros). Druga od prawej w środku siedzi Natalia Klapińska. Fot. NN, przekazał KertoipPiotrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06707401776494430537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986394464406375159.post-55403789507023098712013-08-12T10:33:00.005-07:002013-08-19T06:38:24.622-07:0045<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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1947. Natalia Klapińska (siedzi w środku, nad dziewczyną w białej bluzce) z koleżankami szkolnymi podczas akcji usuwania gruzu po wysadzonym kościele św. Floriana (ID: Daros). Fot. NN, przekazał KertoipPiotrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06707401776494430537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986394464406375159.post-29657626209843502422013-08-10T07:52:00.002-07:002013-08-10T07:52:14.753-07:0044<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Lata 50. Żołnierz z dziewczyną pod Pomnikiem Syreny na ul. Wybrzeże Kościuszkowskie. Fot. NN, przekazał KertoipPiotrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06707401776494430537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986394464406375159.post-86381749786363989072013-08-04T08:25:00.003-07:002013-08-04T08:25:51.938-07:0043<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Okres okupacji niemieckiej. Chłopak z walizeczką w Alejach Jerozolimskich, pod kamienicą nr 27. Daleko w tle po prawej widoczna bryła Dworca Głównego. Fot. NN, przekazał KertoipPiotrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06707401776494430537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986394464406375159.post-24557707278220116322013-08-04T08:23:00.001-07:002013-08-04T23:50:11.508-07:0042<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Okres okupacji niemieckiej. Spacer po Nowym Świecie. Po lewej brama kamienicy nr 48, w tle bar "Bibamus". Fot. NN, przekazał KertoipPiotrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06707401776494430537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986394464406375159.post-78259436318460562702013-08-04T08:21:00.001-07:002013-08-19T06:39:52.149-07:0041<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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1947. Natalia Klapińska (w środku na wagoniku, w szarym palcie) z koleżankami szkolnymi przy wagonetce podczas akcji usuwania gruzu po wysadzonym kościele św. Floriana (ID: Daros). Fot. NN, przekazał KertoipPiotrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06707401776494430537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986394464406375159.post-85008797458519782442013-05-29T12:03:00.002-07:002013-05-29T12:03:36.845-07:0040<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Lata 30. Grupa mężczyzn przy mostku Lindleya na sadzawką w Parku Ujazdowskim. W tle między głowami widoczny fragment jednego z pawilonów Szpitala Ujazdowskiego. Fot. NN, przekazał KertoipPiotrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06707401776494430537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986394464406375159.post-45212923465518069132013-02-15T04:20:00.000-08:002013-02-15T04:21:37.167-08:0039<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Porównaj zdjęcie <a href="http://albumwarszawski.blogspot.com/2012/05/16.html">nr 16</a> . Być może oba zdjęcia wykonał ten sam fotograf uliczny polujący w tym miejscu na spacerujących przechodniów. Piotrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06707401776494430537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986394464406375159.post-56547855434230684382012-11-05T13:07:00.001-08:002012-11-05T13:07:50.898-08:0038<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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1958/59. Jazda na sankach przed gmachem głównym Politechniki Warszawskiej. W tle elewacja szkoły przy ul. Noakowskiego 6. Fot. NN, przekazał nutekPiotrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06707401776494430537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986394464406375159.post-19585705792199270502012-11-05T12:54:00.000-08:002012-11-05T12:54:06.078-08:0037<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Koniec lat 50-tych. Pomnik ks. Józefa Poniatowskiego ustawiony przed Starą Pomarańczarnią w Łazienkach Królewskich. Fot. NN, przekazał nutekPiotrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06707401776494430537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986394464406375159.post-56765739836729526452012-11-05T12:52:00.001-08:002012-11-05T12:52:19.734-08:0036<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Koniec lat 50-tych. Kolumnada Pałacu Na Wyspie w Łazienkach Królewskich. Fot. NN, przekazał nutekPiotrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06707401776494430537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986394464406375159.post-60677149335973936982012-11-05T12:50:00.001-08:002012-11-05T12:50:43.557-08:0035<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Koniec lat 50-tych. Fontanna i zegar słoneczny przed Pałacem Na Wyspie w Łazienkach Królewskich. Fot. NN, przekazał nutekPiotrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06707401776494430537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986394464406375159.post-66398311220256851482012-11-05T12:48:00.001-08:002012-11-05T12:48:13.875-08:0034<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Lata 50-te. Spacer ul. K. Świerczewskiego (obecnie al. "Solidarności") na wysokości Sądów (po prawej). Fot. NN, przekazał nutekPiotrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06707401776494430537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986394464406375159.post-15629756368483643512012-11-05T12:45:00.000-08:002012-11-05T12:45:03.051-08:0033<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Koniec lat 50-tych. Nauka jazdy na rowerze w al. Wyzwolenia. Fot. NN, przekazał nutekPiotrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06707401776494430537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986394464406375159.post-91698449338080637692012-11-05T12:43:00.000-08:002012-11-07T05:15:14.439-08:0032<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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5 czerwca 1958. Procesja Bożego Ciała na ul. Nowowiejskiej. Fot. NN, przekazał nutekPiotrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06707401776494430537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986394464406375159.post-19157875420011537002012-11-05T12:41:00.001-08:002012-11-05T12:41:34.518-08:0031<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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1958/59. Zabawa na śniegu na pl. Konstytucji. W tle wschodnia pierzeja. Fot. NN, przekazał nutekPiotrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06707401776494430537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986394464406375159.post-64951630675880939932012-11-05T12:38:00.001-08:002012-11-05T12:38:21.569-08:0030<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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1958/59. Zabawa na śniegu na pl. Konstytucji. W tle ul. Marszałkowska - ujęcie w kierunku północnym. Fot. NN, przekazał nutekPiotrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06707401776494430537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986394464406375159.post-2927208653317719242012-10-31T10:01:00.001-07:002012-10-31T10:01:10.115-07:0029<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Koniec lat 40-tych. Kobieta z dzieckiem na ul. Górczewskiej przy wylocie Działdowskiej. W tle budynek o adresie Górczewska 17b (id. tg3a). Fot. NN, przekazał KertoipPiotrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06707401776494430537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986394464406375159.post-27664751684881509142012-10-14T08:14:00.001-07:002012-10-14T08:14:04.705-07:0028<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Lata 30-te. Pomnik Księcia Józefa Poniatowskiego przed Pałacem Saskim. Fot. NN, przekazał KertoipPiotrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06707401776494430537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986394464406375159.post-84393885619150349652012-10-10T12:25:00.000-07:002012-10-14T08:14:32.487-07:0027<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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1935. Al. 3-go Maja. Widok sprzed wejścia do Muzeum Wojska Polskiego w kierunku baszt wiaduktu Mostu Poniatowskiego. Fot. NN, przekazał KertoipPiotrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06707401776494430537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986394464406375159.post-52097148433048180672012-09-08T08:53:00.001-07:002012-09-08T08:53:58.163-07:0026<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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