My Uncle Henry, at the death of his firstborn.
My mother... she's adorable with those big brown eyes.
Mother, modeling in her navy blue dress and my Aunt Marie's chartreuse green hat...
Aunt Bea, putting on the Ritz!
Aunt Marie, left rear... Aunt Myrtle, rear middle... Aunt Corie, front right... Aunt Bea, front middle... and a couple of unknowns.
Aunt Bea, left front... Aunt Myrtle, right front, and a couple more unkowns in the back in the middle.
Aunt Marie, front right. The "man" is really a woman. She liked to dress in men's clothes... and back then, I am told, nobody thought twice about it, it was just her "nature".
Aunt Myrtle and friend.
4 comments:
I love looking at old photos like this. I always think that, when these were taken, "life" was all about THEM. Just as we think it's all about US today. And how it's like that for every generation. That's just the way of it, I suppose.
When I was a little boy, I remember looking at old photos my parents and grandparents had, and I actually thought that there was a time when there was no color in the world and everything was in black and white... ha!
Speaking of "generations" and what we perceive, I was just mentioning to someone else that, even though I am a person who likes change, because I am always evolving, there are still some things that seem sad, because they have changed, indeed... and, I do suppose that all generations feel this same sadness for what has passed, that will never return again... this bit of nostalgia that we all participate in. For instance... what about good old hand cranked ice cream... the kind you had to throw rock salt around and the kids took turns sitting on the churn while someone turned the crank. What about small towns, where everyone knew one another... and we had local hardware stores, with tools that were made in America... or when it was ok to go barefoot all the time... and drive in movies. Ahhh... I guess most of that is associated with the lazy contented days, the joy, and much innocent laughter. I loved seeing these photos and hope you enjoyed them, too. Thanks for dropping by. Too funny, about the black and white... hee hee...
I stop by often, pretty-much daily, just passing through my list of friends. I try to respect your privacy and space, so I don't always comment; but I really like you and your writing.
Bill
Thanks, Bill. You're always welcome to drop in and comment, anytime :)
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