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OLD PICTURES FROM MY DAD'S SIDE- CLICK TO ENLARGE
I Made copies of these old pictures about 8 years ago. I know my mom has more pictures, I just need to ask her. The picture of the camera is the one that was used to take the pictures of my dad when he was little. This camera came out in 1916, two years before my dad was born. It belonged to my grandmother Josephine and yes I was named after her. I'm wandering again, but I never liked my name growing up. It wasn't until I was an adult that I decided I did like it, and I really do. I think it's special being named after your grandmother. There is only one person that has ever told me that they didn't like my name and that was my ex-husband. O.K. back to the camera. When we went to my mom's in April she found the camera in a box and asked me if I wanted it. I love it. I'm planning to get some film for it and try it out. The film is expensive though and the developing is even more expensive. One roll of film gives you 8 pictures and I know the first time I will get some crummy ones. I just haven't been able to bring myself to spend that much money to experiment.
Growing up in South Dakota. My dad was one of 13 children. My grandmother had 14, but one baby passed away very young. If that baby had been born today, I'm almost certain it would have lived. I'm wandering a little here, but it makes me think about my girls and how thankful I am that I was able to have them at a hospital. If I had tried to have them at home, they would not be here today. I had excellent doctors when Christine was born and the technology is amazing. I have hundreds of things to be thankful for, this is just one of them.
I have so many stories about my dad's side of the family. When my dad was in his 60's he wrote about his life growing up in South Dakota. I need to get a copy of that from my mom. I don't have any pictures of my grandmother Josephine, and my dad and mom never had any to show me.
First picture is of the basketball team. My dad is the one sitting, holding the ball. He was the captain of the basketball team. He was a Senior here in 1936. I love their shorts! Click on the picture to see their sweet hair styles. The pictures of the little boy with the little girl standing and sitting on the porch are of my dad when he was 3 and his cousin in 1921. He was 2 years old in the picture of him in the dress on the trike. Doesn't he make a cute little girl. The little boy with the woman standing behind him is my dad when he was 2 and one of his older sisters Hattie. Posing as a tough guy with his hat and vest on when he was 11. Notice that you can see nothing for miles and miles except hard, dry, dirt. The picture of the two elderly people are my great grandparents Tom and Harriet Harrison in 1923. Yes I know my great grandmother doesn't look like a woman. The two pictures of my dad with the guns, dressed up as a bandito were taken when he was 4. You rarely see little boys playing with toy guns anymore. When my dad was 4 they didn't have toy guns to play with, they had to play with the real thing. A picture of my dad with one of their hogs. A picture of him feeding the chickens. Their cattle brand is on the side of their shed. The last picture is of my grandfather George Felton on the right with his brother Tom in 1893. I know I am always saying that time goes by too fast, but I look at these pictures and it is so hard to believe that my dad has been gone for 11 years now.
I Made copies of these old pictures about 8 years ago. I know my mom has more pictures, I just need to ask her. The picture of the camera is the one that was used to take the pictures of my dad when he was little. This camera came out in 1916, two years before my dad was born. It belonged to my grandmother Josephine and yes I was named after her. I'm wandering again, but I never liked my name growing up. It wasn't until I was an adult that I decided I did like it, and I really do. I think it's special being named after your grandmother. There is only one person that has ever told me that they didn't like my name and that was my ex-husband. O.K. back to the camera. When we went to my mom's in April she found the camera in a box and asked me if I wanted it. I love it. I'm planning to get some film for it and try it out. The film is expensive though and the developing is even more expensive. One roll of film gives you 8 pictures and I know the first time I will get some crummy ones. I just haven't been able to bring myself to spend that much money to experiment.
Growing up in South Dakota. My dad was one of 13 children. My grandmother had 14, but one baby passed away very young. If that baby had been born today, I'm almost certain it would have lived. I'm wandering a little here, but it makes me think about my girls and how thankful I am that I was able to have them at a hospital. If I had tried to have them at home, they would not be here today. I had excellent doctors when Christine was born and the technology is amazing. I have hundreds of things to be thankful for, this is just one of them.
I have so many stories about my dad's side of the family. When my dad was in his 60's he wrote about his life growing up in South Dakota. I need to get a copy of that from my mom. I don't have any pictures of my grandmother Josephine, and my dad and mom never had any to show me.
First picture is of the basketball team. My dad is the one sitting, holding the ball. He was the captain of the basketball team. He was a Senior here in 1936. I love their shorts! Click on the picture to see their sweet hair styles. The pictures of the little boy with the little girl standing and sitting on the porch are of my dad when he was 3 and his cousin in 1921. He was 2 years old in the picture of him in the dress on the trike. Doesn't he make a cute little girl. The little boy with the woman standing behind him is my dad when he was 2 and one of his older sisters Hattie. Posing as a tough guy with his hat and vest on when he was 11. Notice that you can see nothing for miles and miles except hard, dry, dirt. The picture of the two elderly people are my great grandparents Tom and Harriet Harrison in 1923. Yes I know my great grandmother doesn't look like a woman. The two pictures of my dad with the guns, dressed up as a bandito were taken when he was 4. You rarely see little boys playing with toy guns anymore. When my dad was 4 they didn't have toy guns to play with, they had to play with the real thing. A picture of my dad with one of their hogs. A picture of him feeding the chickens. Their cattle brand is on the side of their shed. The last picture is of my grandfather George Felton on the right with his brother Tom in 1893. I know I am always saying that time goes by too fast, but I look at these pictures and it is so hard to believe that my dad has been gone for 11 years now.
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