I thought for this week it would be fun to step back through the generations – actually, a couple of these pictures were in draft ‘TBT’s and looking for something for today I saw pictures of my parents and grandparents, and in each one iPhoto tried to tag someone as me … so this idea was born. The idea was to trace from my boys to me to my dad to his dad. I would love to go further, but I don’t have any pictures beyond that.
The picture at the top is from Christmas 1998. I always loved reading stories to the boys – and it was more like ‘reading with’ them even at an early age. They had a great curiosity for books which continues today. The book is ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas’, Danny is just over 2 years old and Chris is 10 months … and they are both just so darn cute.
This picture is from the summer of 1969 – I know that as I have pictures with my sister Karen as a very little baby close to this one. John is on the left and I’m on the right – he would be almost 6 and I was just 3 years old. This is another picture from the house on Page St. in North Stoughton … where a warehouse in an industrial park sits now.
Stepping back a few more years, before house and kids! I love this picture of my parents at Christmas – my dad has a classic early 60s thin tie. I don’t have exact info, but I think this is from my mom’s parent’s house, as the one clearly at my dad’s parents has my mom in a different dress.
This is the one of a very few pictures I have of my grandparents on my father’s side together, and sadly the slide I scanned already had faded to the point it is here.
My grandmother died at 54 in 1975, and although I was only 9 years old when she died, I still have memories of her being alive and of visiting her in the hospital. My grandfather died in 1983, and was my closest grandparent. He gave me a great pair of boots that lasted for years, and also a four-album set of Wagner’s orchestral music. He was just a wonderful person and it was sad to see him fade away due to colon cancer.
It is funny as I have these nostalgic thoughts – he also drove my mother crazy with some of his stuff. He would come over on Sundays, and always bring Swedish braid bread with him. He would back into the driveway, and I’m sure there were other things that prompted my mom to say that the day my dad started backing into the driveway she would shoot him!
This was a very different time, as everyone on both sides of the family was within a 10 mile radius (now everyone is in a different state!). I love those early Christmas pictures, because EVERYONE is in them, even some people I never got to meet becuase they died before I was born. Same for the picture set that included the one with my brother – it was a family gathering with lots of aunts, uncles, cousins and so on from both sides.
I would love to hear any ‘generational’ family stories you have to share!
Have a great Thursday, and I hope it is warmer wherever you are today (when I left for my run this morning it was -2F)!