1925 Redux

The 1925 version of  "Five Foot Two Eyes of Blue" that I posted yesterday, reminded me of a photo I have of my grandparents who were married that same year.  Here is the favorite photo that includes their automobile properly decorated for the era:

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Christmas 1953

Photo Friday - Looking for Jesus?

The sign at our local grocery store indicates he is in Aisle 5 next to the cereal, but I have yet to see him there. He must be out of stock and on back-order.

Photo Friday - From the family album

My maternal grandmother with three generations of her girls:



1926, at age 24, with her first child (my mother).

1952 (at age 50) with her first grand-child (me).



At age 81, in 1983  with her great-grand-child (my oldest daughter).

 Thanks to good genes, she always looked years younger than her actual age.  No gray hair either, but that was thanks to Miss Clairol.

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1922 Kodachrome film test. Fascinating:

Photo Friday - from the family album

I have always loved these pictures of my paternal grandparents.  I may be very biased, but I think that they were a rather striking couple in their youth.

This is a picture of my grandmother taken in 1900 at the age of 14. Her eyes are mysteriously haunting and almost sad, don't you think?

This is my grandfather who was a bit older, but I think this picture was taken not many years after my grandmother's photo from above.  As a young adult, he worked for a while as a trolley conductor in Chicago and someone must have convinced him to be photographed in his uniform.

Both grandmother and grandfather had the same last name, but were not related.  The immigrant Swedes, like others at the time, didn't like their children to marry outside the nationality.  Things changed by the next generation; their younger son married my mother who was of Norwegian and German descent.

My grandfather's family members were tall; my grandmother's family members were short. Today's generation of the family have both, and I have the distinction of being the shortest of them all.

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Another photo of mine that has an unknown subject.  She is wearing quite the fashionable winter ensemble.  Was she an only child, pampered with material items by indulging parents?

 No matter who she is, I quite like her shaggy collar and muff, but I would have preferred a smaller hat.

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The blog Shorpy has interesting old photos they have enhanced in remarkable clarity.  My blogging buddy White Rabbit discovered an interesting back story to one of his favorite photos from that site. 

I am lucky to have many very old photos of generations of family and of other unknown people whose photographs I've purchased at auctions, when sadly there was no family who wanted them.

The photograph below is one of those unknown people.  There is no date or name written on the back, and no photography studio name on the front.  I display this photo in my den, which I must admit, has a masculine aura of a hunting theme , mostly pheasants.  I like to imagine that those large birds in the photo were not simply props, but that this photo was taken to celebrate the young boy's expertise in gathering game for the dinner table.