Couple of years ago, my aunt Rosie gave me a a cardboard box filled with hundreds of 35 mm slides her aunt Annie had taken before she died. The pictures are mostly from Germany, Ibiza and who knows where else ??? A handful are from her trips to America in the early and mid 1960’s.
If you’ve ever spent any time holding old slides up to the light, looking at images of old buildings, and people you don’t know, until your neck hurts, and your brain starts shutting down, then you’ll have an idea what I was feeling last night until……
Until I hit pay dirt.
Bingo…I saw some familiar faces.
Even found a few new ones with me in them.
Here are a few of my personal favorites:
Rock’n the Lederhosen
(That’s my mom on the left, then me, my brother and cousin Carol. I can still feel those stiff leather lederhosen chafing against my legs. )
Picture of my dad picking ear corn
Doing the math, dad would have been about 37 here…about the same age as my eldest daughter. That is just surreal. 🙂
These guys are my grandparents two farm dogs. My aunt Rosie said this about Butch and Fede when I posted this on Facebook last night:
“If either of them heard the word “Pickup” ; they would be there before we would… was funny… Butch was a b’day gift to Johnny for his birthday one year and Fede just happened to come around the farm and we adopted him”
Re-thatching a house roof in the old country
I have no idea where that house is or who is on the roof. Not sure if Annie took that picture because there was a family connection or just because it was a scenic shot. It doesn’t matter. 😉 It made the cut.
Good thing I didn’t just pitch the box. You can’t tell who or where 95% of the pictures were taken..it’s that 5% that makes it all worth while.
I’ll close with one more. If you’re a long time reader, you may have seen it before:
That’s me on the left, Aunt Annie and my brother Steve. Same trip to America…1961? Out on Grandpa and Grandma’s farm house porch. Looks like they were still trying to dress me up. Probably the last time I wore a bow-tie.