September 27, 2009
This is a cute picture of the young women standing on the bumper of the old car. Well, I suppose it wasn't really an old car when they were standing on it. The dresses are very pretty with the sequence and ribbon trim. Go this prior blog post to see the torture undergarments that made their figures look so flat and straight. And still they smile!
September 25, 2009
September 24, 2009
September 20, 2009
Manning Iowa is a town about 25 miles from Carroll, Iowa and about 100 miles from Des Moines. I have a few photo albums of people in Carroll County, Iowa. I believe that most of the pictures are in Carroll, but this one depicts a Manning Butter and Ice Cream truck. It is fun to look into the past like this, don't you agree?
September 13, 2009
I am sharing another 'rescued' photo with you today. I like this picture of the young woman mainly because of the interesting dress that she is wearing. There is a name written on the photo, but the handwriting looks too modern to be from the time of the photo. I think it probably was added years after this photograph was taken. Not to say that Elenora wasn't her name, just that it looks to be added after the period the picture was taken. What do you think? Perhaps Elenora has descendants who are looking for her.
September 8, 2009
September 6, 2009
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September 1, 2009
I have been working on my genealogy project the past few days. I started about two years ago by going into the four directions of my grandparents, and it has been an interesting journey so far. Since discovering that my ggg grandmother was from not only Kentucky, but also from the same county where we spend each summer, I have been hooked. This ggg grandmother is from my mother's father, and my mother would have been fascinated with this discovery.
This is a picture of my mother's family - that is my mother in the back row on the right. This was taken sometime during World War II, as both my Uncle John and Aunt Britt are in their military uniforms. I am not sure if this was taken early in the war years before my uncle was a prisoner of war in Germany, or after he returned. With the death of my Aunt Britt on Easter of this year, everyone in my mother's family is gone now. It is hard for me to believe they are all gone - ancestors now. Still, my vivid memories of each of them transcends time.