What a great photo Lugg! I can not imagine spending 12 hours in a car let alone on a motorcycle and with a surfboard! They really must have loved surfing. They certainly do look happy. Are those binoculars he is carrying?
I'm really jealous of your grandparents' "Egyptian" photos, Kerouac. They look so glamorous! And lugg, your parents look very cool, indeed!
Hearking back to the pioneer spirit, here is a photo of my great great grandparents in Michigan. They emigrated from Nottinghamshire in 1870, homesteaded in Ontario and Michigan, he was then widowed and moved to Washington State with his new wife to farm and died in Pasadena, CA in 1914. What a life! If all works out, my Dad and I are making a pilgrimage to his grave this summer to place a headstone.
And speaking of regression of fortunes, here is his son, my great grandfather )and great grandmother), scraping a bare living out of the backwoods of Northern Ontario. He was crushed by a falling log and died in agony days later, she remarried and married again, and her children, including my grandfather at the age of 9, were essentially sold off as farm labour. Life was very hard in those days.
Wonderful photos Lizzy! My father-in-law was a lumberjack in the forests around Hearst, I would estimate around 1945 to 48, as quickly as he could, he got to a town with a recruiting office and joined the Air Force. Life there was indeed very hard. How old was your father when his father passed away?
mich, my Grandan lived to the age of 80, so we all got to enjoy him for a good long time. No education, 5 feet 1 inch, probably 120 lbs at his best. He passed through many careers: farmer, trapper, hunter, stonemason, gold miner, short order cook, he trained soldiers in WWII, gathered mushrooms and salal in the forests, wheeled and dealed. He traveled in a carnival when very young, fighting men for money. He was so tiny everybody bet against him, but then he would unveil his ham hock fists with which he took down all comers. When he visited us in Germany in the 60s, he dressed in his best suit and took my mother to the casino in Baden-Baden and tried out his best bush French in the restaurant. In his 70s he was going to the disco, smoked dope and even tried magic mushrooms. He drove my conservative papa insane.
Here he is with his girls, my Grandmother and her never-married sister. Centre Island, Toronto, 1942, back when it was still inhabited and not a park.
The men in my family, when not dying in industrial accidents, outlive their wives and seem to get well into their 80s. The women, on the other hand... Well, let's just hope I don't take after them, most of whom, including my mother, were gone in their 50s and early 60s.
I took my grandsons to a butterfly farm but could not get those beauties to keep still for a moment. The photos are really bad so I'll show you what they enjoyed the most...the monkeys from South America, with one or two butterflies thrown in.. When the handler had all the kids sitting in a row he showed them how to join arms to form a ladder for the monkey to walk across. No patting or pulling tails!
Happy Anniversary Amboseli! Great photo! does your husband still have his beard? My brother-in-law has recently grown his beard again after years of being shaven, he will be turning 60 this year. I also think your black and white family photos are so wonderful to have. One of my Aunt's has promised to send me some photos of my great grandparents, I hope she has not forgotten. I will post if I get them.
Tod and htmb, just beautiful children that you get to enjoy watching grow and grow!
Wonderful photo! I agree with Bixa's comment about your hair! I wish I could wear that length like both you and Bixa can do so well but my hair is too straight and flat. That cut looks lovely on you Amboseli! We call your circle beard a goatee here, they are very popular.
My granddaughters changed schools this year and it has been a good transition. Their new school is very close to home and work, so I'm able to stop in for lunch occasionally, and it's also easy to attend special events.
Tonight the school hosted an art night for the younger children and their families, and one of my granddaughters was in the group that sang.
The students sang four different folk songs that were fun tunes the audience also knew, so we could all sing along.
Afterwards there were cookies and lemonade, childrens' art work on display, and a book fair.
The book fair is used as a fund raiser for the school, and purchases help support the library.
It was a nice, simple little evening. Short, sweet, no pressure, and lots of fun.