Post a very old Family Picture or two

[Guava Jelly]

My Grandma Sarah Fagan

My great (insert multiple greats) Grandma Elisabeth and Christiana circa 1880-1900
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[trackfan]

1. Here's a couple

My wife's great-great-great-grandfather William Saunders,
founder of the Grange.


My great-great-great-grandfather, who was a mayor or something

[Guava Jelly]

2. Those are cool

I should have done a civil war or pre civil war picture thread

[malta blue]

3. Those are great pictures!

I just have one - my grandmother in Riverside Park, NYC circa 1950

[Guava Jelly]

4. That is wonderful!

She had the warmest Smile!
Bet she was cold as hell also

[AmyDeLune]

5. Here's one--

of my Mom (current age 79) and my Uncle Bob (current age 75)

[Guava Jelly]

6. That is a great picture!

Your moms smile and your uncle looking away and the car..
Thank you for sharing them :7

[AmyDeLune]

7. Thanks!

It's one of my first computer photo restorations, here is the "before" picture--

[Guava Jelly]

8. You did great

I have done a lot of that as well.

[joneschick]

9. my grandfather and his brother circa 1918

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check out the Harley gear! He's wearing a Harley sweater! :hi:

[Guava Jelly]

11. Just think what that bike would be worth now

You had quite a cool family :hi:

[bikebloke]

10. My grandmother

Probably just after the Great War, when she was about to marry my grandfather. There's a companion photo of him in uniform (possibly destroyed with all the other family relics by a sociopathic sibling).

[Guava Jelly]

14. She was quite photogenic

I almost see her on an old coke add.
:thumbsup:
And you did your family a great service digitizing it.

[u4ic]

25. What a sweet, kind face she had

:-)

[Ptah]

12. 1917

My fraternal grandparents and some other family members.

[Guava Jelly]

15. That is killer!

thanks for sharing it
look at those clothes

[Ptah]

17. Since I knew three of those people,

and offspring of two others, I always focus on the faces.


I see cousins, uncles and aunts in those faces.

[Guava Jelly]

20. On my moms moms side i see a lot of traits

that my sisters and i have.
So yes I do the same.

[ForrestGump]

34. Cool! You're related to Indiana Jones!

:D

Really...it's not just the hat, either (or the jacket -- it may be cloth, but it also looks like it could pass for leather): the dude third from the right also bears some facial resemblance to Harrison Ford. :-)

[Xipe Totec]

13. You're really going to make me do this, aren't cha...

Watch it, that's my great grandma in 1891!

[Guava Jelly]

16. She is stunning!

just wow!

[Ptah]

18. She's beautiful

Do you see similarities in your other family?

[Xipe Totec]

19. I have living relatives that borrowed her looks

scattered about, in California, Texas, and Mexico...

[Ptah]

21. When I think of the similarities among my extended family,

I feel more grounded.


:thumbsup:

[u4ic]

26. She's very beautiful!

:-)

Was she unusual for her time? She has a look in her eye...inquisitive, bold, maybe a bit of fire there (or rushing about...not inactive and placid)...yet loving.

[Xipe Totec]

35. Well, she's unusually beautiful even for present time...

She is a person of much mystery in our family; related to the scions of Chihuahua, and indirectly related to Anthony Quinn on his mother's side. Sadly, she has no direct female descendants.

[NNadir]

22. How about an ancient statue of relatives in various states of undress?

I am not going to say which statue is one of my relatives, but the naked guy represents the recumbent province of Gaul after being subdued by Julius Caesar.

As it happens, my Grandfather claimed to be 100% Scots, and it is reported (I have no direct knowledge having never have met him) that when sober - a situation rarely observed, but known - he spoke with a heavy Scots accent.

The French for the record, often laid waste to Scotland, raping and pillaging as they went. The former activity may account for why I regard the recumbent figure of Gaul as "family." On the other hand, maybe I'm claiming the marble babe in back as my family.

[AshevilleGuy]

23. My parents in 1949, a few months pre-me.

This is my mother posing on a bridge in Yancey Co., NC (about an hour NE of Asheville). She made the clothing she has on, with her old Kenmore sewing machine.

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And my dad, on the porch of their house, with his favorite cat. He was from near Carthage, TN, Al Gore's family home.

"

[u4ic]

27. What a handsome couple they were!

(still are?) :hi:

[AshevilleGuy]

28. Thank you.

No, they are no longer living. They were the greatest, I miss them more than words can say. Being an only child only makes it more so.

This is another photo of Mother, in her classroom a few years earlier. She was into arts and crafts; the children's projects are displayed all around the room. This school was ten miles from the nearest paved road, and many children had no running water or telephones. Still, they appear to not be deprived.

[marzipanni]

24. I'm not digital savvy- are you photographing your old photos

with a digital camera, or using a scanner?

[u4ic]

29. I've only got a few scanned

and they're not very old.

My maternal grandparents, with a cousin of mine. I never met them, as my grandmother (Baba) died a few months before I was born, and my grandfather (Dido) a month after the day I was born.

Judging by the picture of my cousin, it would have been the mid 1950's. My grandmother would have been in her early 70's, my grandfather late 70's.



It's unusual - I'm 40, and one pair of grandparents were born in the 1800's.



My paternal grandfather (Dido), who died in 1936. This would have been taken in the early 1930's (he was born in 1900):





My mother on her wedding day in 1950...she was an 'older' bride at the age of 29.





Your pics are neat, GoPsUx! I love those old photos...but I have no idea if anyone has any in my family. I've got some from the 1930's on...

[AshevilleGuy]

30. Wonderful photos!

Were they Ukrainian? Or Greek?? Your parents were married the year I was born.

I am 56 and all my grandparents were born by 1882. I only saw two of them.

[u4ic]

32. Thank you!

Yes, they were Ukrainian, with a bit of Polish (at least a few last names were) - the borders had been messed up in that region for centuries - both countries ceased to exist at one point in time or another.

Both my parents were brought up with Ukrainian traditions, and with the language.

It's quite different being born into an older family, isn't it? I'm closer in age to my niece than I am to my next oldest sibling.

My oldest first cousin is 89. :crazy:

[Guava Jelly]

36. hummmm I wonder where you get your dimples from

:dunce:

[LibDemAlways]

31. My husband's g-g-g-grandmother with two of

her nine children. She traveled in a covered wagon from Missouri to California in 1852(with 8 children in tow) and settled in the Sacramento area. This picture was taken approx. 1857.

[ForrestGump]

33. Officers and gentlemen

My grandfather, in 1914 -- his first taste of action was Gallipoli, landing with the first waves in the morning of April 25, 1915, and he fought in most of the major battles in Europe until the end of the War, winning the Military Cross along the way. He went to England for machinegun school (one of his classmates was Wilfred Owen -- I've seen a picture of the two of them but I don't have any of the photos my grandfather took during WWI) but otherwise spent most of those years in action and, by his own admission, grew to love the killing.

As a field-promoted officer, he was in charge of small units that penetrated German lines to capture officers and paperwork, kill commanders, blow bridges and other vital installations, and basically create havoc -- it was the precursor of the special ops teams that later evolved. He got one commendation for a raid he led that ended with almost his whole team wiped out by (British) friendly fire, when he somehow got the survivors back to the shifting Allied lines in the middle of the night...the amazing thing about it being that he always had a terrible sense of direction when I knew him.

When he was alive I knew little of his war exploits -- he would not talk about it and maintained that anyone who did was not in the thick of the action -- but he passed on a few things when he had a spot too much sherry that still haunt me (descriptions of rats chewing on bloated corpses int he mud in Western Europe and a description of the swimming at Gallipoli's beach that is almost exactly like what's depicted in the Peter Weir film of that tragic campaign). After he died I saw a 'mention in dispatches' that earned him some other medal for valor, this one relating to a day (exactly seven weeks before the end of WWII) when, in charge of his decimated platoon (just five strong), he attacked a German machinegun nest by himself and, with grenades, destroyed it, killing ten of the enemy...I had no idea my grandfather was basically Sergeant York.

He was great soldier but a pretty lousy father.





His father, maybe at some time in the 1880s. He hardly saw his youngest son -- youngest of seven brothers and a sister or two, I think -- who had a series of wives and a lot of nannies and so on to make sure the children were "seen and not heard" (this was also how my grandfather tended to prefer my little brother and I). My grandfather was the product of landed gentry, with a lineage filled with lords and barons going back to the big landowners of King Canute's era, but his oldest brother -- 40 years older than him (standing 6'7" -- very tall at the time -- and in the same London club as Robert Louis Stephenson, who hated him so much that he based and named a literary villain after him) inherited and lost all the family's estates within a short period of time and things got so bad that my grandfather was put in an orphanage (a very Dickensian one) and hated life in England so much that he ran off to far away colonies at the age of 14, all alone.

My grandfather always amazed me on several levels, not least because he saw -- when he was very young -- Queen Victoria and before he died he saw men toodling about in space on their little rocket chairs near the space shuttle. He was gassed by the Turks at Gallipoli and the doctors told him he'd likely not survive his 20s...he lost most of the sight in one eye, as a result of the attack, but he lived to be a robust 95 years old. He was 70 when I was born, and I've since read his memoirs regarding his WWI service...they read almost exactly like the script to the film Gallipoli and it never ceases to amaze me that, like the men depicted in the film, he was once a young man -- a young warrior, no less -- and was not always the old man I knew. One day someone will realize the same of me....that I was once 20 years old, with all the promise and peril of youth.