Old Time Photos thread.

Happyflowerlady

Happyflowerlady

Vagabond Flowerchild
Location
Northern Alabama
I thought that since many of us have some unique and beautiful pictures from life in the "Good Ol' Days", that we could have a thread to add photos, and describe briefly where they are from, and maybe , how they relate to us, if they are connected to our past, or our family history.

I am starting out with a picture of the old farmhouse where my folks went through the depression, in Northern Idaho. It was a large house on 160 acres, and was said to have originally been a stagecoach stop , back when the road to Canada went through that area.

My folks lived there when I was born, but moved when I was still a little girl. One of my favorite memories was the trips we took to the old ranch, and I got to explore inside the house, and play the old pump organ that was in the big parlor area.
 

This is my grandmother Crandall taken during the teens.i think she was married to grandpa as I remember this old pistol as a child. My son has a huge blowup of this picture framed and on his family room wall. It is titled, Grandma was a Rebel.
 

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Tom Blake . . . Long, long before the Kooks took over . . .

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My grandmother, far right, at her one room schoolhouse where she taught grades 1 - 6 near Preston, NY.

Mostly all my kinfolk at the old summer camp at Plymouth Reservoir, So. Plymouth, NY.
Looks like someone forgot the Banjo.:rolleyes:
 

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I inherited the family photos and they are mostly in boxes but one day, like to get them all sorted out:) Here are some of my fave "nutty" photos. My mom, grandmother and older brother Ron:

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Pappy, love the pics of you on the horse and with your doggy, sad that you lost him like that. I'm like you, I remember being on one pony ride as a young kid, and the horse behind me had his head right next to me...needless to say I was scared and crying, wanted out of that predicament right away...never had been near horses before that, and when I was young, I was even afraid of dogs.
 
Well, my mom always told me that she just didn't know where I came from for sure, she thought maybe they switched babies on her in the hospital. She never had any luck finding out for sure though. On star-lit nights I sometimes hope to see my people coming for me. They land in a field nearby, and get off the ship and come up to my place. Every one of them will look just like me, and they'll say "comon denise, it's finally time to come home" images.jpg
 
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