The Heart of a Father

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This is one of my favorite photos ever, my nephew Joe with his firstborn son, Josiah. To me, it is the very face of fatherhood. Wishing a Happy Father’s Day to all!

 

Until you have a son of your own… you will never know the joy, the love beyond feeling that resonates in the heart of a father as he looks upon his son.

Kent Nerburn

 

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Uncle Frank, Aunt Amelia, and Mary

I love the little woman on the right. Mary.

She looks like such a character, doesn’t she?

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Something in her eyes speaks of a hard life, and yet, there’s a mischievous twinkle there, too.

I’ll bet she could you stories. I’ll bet they would be surprising.

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I don’t know a thing about these three; Uncle Frank, Aunt Amelia, and Mary. But I’m hoping as I delve deeper into the family albums, I will be able to piece together something of their story…

Beulah and the Making of an Unexpected Memory

I’m not quite sure what I’m looking at here, but I’ll bet this day was talked about for a long, long time.

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The explanation on the back of the photo explains some, but not enough.

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Beulah and shock both went down, we are trying to help her up to have the picture taken. Bruno is helping too. 1924

I don’t know who Beulah is, or where she fits into our family tree, but doesn’t she look like fun? She seems like the kind of person who can laugh at herself, the kind of person you’d want to hang out with.

If there was another picture taken, a more proper one, I haven’t come across it yet. But I’m sure glad to have a memento of this unexpected moment. Life’s little surprises always seem to make the best memories.     

 

Passionate Kisses

Here’s a photo that has always intrigued me. Truthfully, it delights me. This photo was taken on my parents’ wedding day. But the couple engaged in this most passionate kiss — they are not my parents. I don’t have any idea who they are, but it appears they are either very much in love, or completely swept away in the moment.

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This photo was taken in April of 1960. I see so much when I look at it. I see my aunts; my mother’s older sisters, in the background. I see the mystery couple in a passionate embrace. I see two women exchanging a bit of gossip, and a little girl wearing a smile as wide as the sky.  What a difference a few decades makes. I can’t help noticing that every woman is wearing a hat, and most are wearing gloves. A lot of changes were on the horizon for the newly married couple, and for the world. But on this day, all that mattered was the joy of the celebration. That’s one of the reasons I love writing wedding scenes. The joy. This wonderful old photo gives me a sense of community. A sense of truth. A sense of human nature, and how the more people change, the more they stay exactly the same.

 

July at the Pallady Cottage

Here’s another old home I would love to find some day. It looks so welcoming, nestled there in the hills.

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And ladies, what one of us can’t relate to the inscription on the back?

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She tries to keep her cottage clean and homelike. I love that!

What keeps her from it, I wonder? Her family? Her other obligations? Or could it be that her numerous lily plants take up all of her time.

In any case, the woman in this picture is getting down to business, with her bucket and her sun hat. I’d like to step into this photo, sit down on the porch, and have a cool glass of lemonade with this ancestor of mine. I’d like to get her gardening secrets. I’d like to find out her plans for all of those flowers…

 

Porch Sitting at the Little Old Home Cottage

I’ve been in the old family photos again. It looks like my love of porch sitting on summer days is something that has been handed down to me. I love this family, gathered for a photo on the front porch. I love the older gentleman in the back, his hat perched jauntily to the side, and the couple in the front in their best church clothes. I love the family dog peeking out between them, and that they put down a tablecloth to sit on so they wouldn’t get their good clothes dirty.

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I wonder…

Did they just return from church, and decide to have a photo taken while they were all dressed up? Or were they expecting company? Or maybe these people were the company; beloved family or friends, their visit committed to film. The back of the photo doesn’t give away a clue as to who the people are, only that the photo was taken at the little old home cottage, by Deer Creek.

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I like the homey look of this cottage; the white lace curtains in the window, the wooden floorboards, and the way the woman has her plants sitting around. I’m not sure where Deer Creek is. A Google search located three: one in Michigan, one in Oswego County, NY and another in Central OH. But maybe this Deer Creek is an out-of-the-way place, too small to appear on a map. Wherever it is, I would love to go there some day. I would love to find the little old home cottage, if it’s still standing, and see what has become of it since this photo was taken in 1914. Did some old-home fanatic fall in love with it and restore it? Or is it an abandoned shell sitting along the creek bank, overtaken by nature? If that’s the case, I’m glad my ancestors left this small remembrance of a place where they left their hand and footprints so many years ago.

February, 1940

I’ve been digging through the old photos again. I love this picture of a simpler time in our nation’s history. technologically speaking, anyhow. I have no idea who this boy is. My only clue is a date on the back of the photo: February, 1940.