Memorable Pics That Take You Back in Time
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2021 may be ok after all. I've been cleaning the barn out and ran across a box of memorabilia from my Mom. I know why I'm a pack rat.
These are a few from WWII era...( I hope they're not sideways)
Thought I should explain that doilly thing. It's says' While I'm in France, my heart is with you'
Doesn't sound like what a Marine would say...and on a doilly?
He turned out not to be my Dad but seemed like a good enough guy. I have no clue as to his future after that. Maybe it will turn up in her hundreds of letters and things.
This is a gold mine!
These are a few from WWII era...( I hope they're not sideways)
Thought I should explain that doilly thing. It's says' While I'm in France, my heart is with you'
Doesn't sound like what a Marine would say...and on a doilly?
He turned out not to be my Dad but seemed like a good enough guy. I have no clue as to his future after that. Maybe it will turn up in her hundreds of letters and things.
This is a gold mine!
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Another From Brady, TX, 1940's
Again, way before I was a twinkle in his eye but I do love to look at these old pictures of my dad. He is the second one from the right, and if he looks really young it's because he just graduated from high school. His brother Eddy was already flying out of North Africa. The whole military flying thing is a family tradition.
Again, way before I was a twinkle in his eye but I do love to look at these old pictures of my dad. He is the second one from the right, and if he looks really young it's because he just graduated from high school. His brother Eddy was already flying out of North Africa. The whole military flying thing is a family tradition.
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I found a shoebox full of pix a few years ago that I had never seen before with most of them dating from the 20s and 30s. I got a kick out of several of them as they matched stories my father had told me over the years.The first was probably taken in Grindelwald,Switzerland sometime in the mid 20s.He's on the right hauling luggage from the train station to the hotel where he worked.
I think this was a few years before the war as I don't recognize the background
No clue on the story here,but he seems to be having a laugh with a shepherd (and wearing a cast on his right hand)
I think this was a few years before the war as I don't recognize the background
No clue on the story here,but he seems to be having a laugh with a shepherd (and wearing a cast on his right hand)
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Those are absolutely priceless, arjay. A world away and a generation passed.
bigwheelzip
Absent Comrade
The way Swiss protect most areas from over-development, the backgrounds of those photos would probably be recognizable today.
Be great to see some more pics from that box.
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1930 or so,catching some rays [emoji16] (2nd from the right)
I'm not sure if this was during the war or earlier.His initial service would have been in 1933
This most likely was taken in '39 or later. His younger brother (r) was 19 in 1939
Aboard the Queen Mary (c) headed to NY and a new life in '47
bigwheelzip
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Fun looking back. Pop was quite a hunk. Looks like a young Ronald Reagan.
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The old mountain goat as he called himself [emoji16]
Taken in his mid to late 70s,ravaged by Alzheimer's,but still able to hike and ski a few runs,no piss and vinegar left [emoji57]
Taken in his mid to late 70s,ravaged by Alzheimer's,but still able to hike and ski a few runs,no piss and vinegar left [emoji57]
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My Dad, my sister and me. He was home on leave probably 1944.
My old horse Red. He was so tall I had to pull the saddle up on the garage door with a fence stretcher then lead him under it.
My sister sitting on the running board of my Dad's 1947 International pickup. She and I rode to California in the back of that truck in 1951.
My old horse Red. He was so tall I had to pull the saddle up on the garage door with a fence stretcher then lead him under it.
My sister sitting on the running board of my Dad's 1947 International pickup. She and I rode to California in the back of that truck in 1951.
Okay, my dad, 1944, just before he left for the South Pacific at age 17. It was a long time before I realized just how young he was when we went to war. He hadn't even started shaving regularly. He served on the USS Rathburne, transporting UDT teams amd ferrying wounded from places like Leyte Gulf. Took a kamikaze thru the front of the hull at the waterline, and got back to port 10% seaworthy.
God bless those who sacrificed for the rest of us.
Robert
God bless those who sacrificed for the rest of us.
Robert
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^^^Dad was a hoss to have that build at 17 in those day. He looks like he could start at any D1 school and is a regular on the neck machine (and I don't think they had the neck machine back then or the time to use one!).
My old horse Red. He was so tall I had to pull the saddle up on the garage door with a fence stretcher then lead him under it.
My sister sitting on the running board of my Dad's 1947 International pickup. She and I rode to California in the back of that truck in 1951.
I think old Red had a bunch of Thoroughbred in him—was he a retired racehorse by any chance? I have seen some that made excellent riding horses after they retired, although most are too wild.
I also remember when the young-in's weren't too good to ride in the back of the truck. My dads rule was kids, hounds and wimmin folk in the back. He was not exactly a progressive.
Justin T
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My grandparents, mom, dad, and many relatives lived in Coleman for decades. Papa would like to have known about the training field, I think, because he was shipped from Coleman to Randolph Field in San Antonio for his training. That's an "Awwww dangit!" moment if i ever heard one.
