I cannot over state how much I like everyone's family photos. I hope more to come. Wait till you see my uncle Joe! In the mean time, my grand mother and great grand mother (her mother in law) taken in Buffalo about 1919 soon after my grand mother on the right escaped Russia.
Last Edit: Oct 2, 2014 12:08:41 GMT -5 by genazzano
I wonder how many of these made it past 1945, if they got that far. My mother did. She is on the second row from the back fifth from the left as you look at it. Assuming it was taken before the end of the 1925-6 school year she would have been just coming up to seven years old. I never did find out who any of the others were.
By the way has anyone done much on tracing his or her family tree? I've done a bit with some success. Most parts are pretty ordinary. I don't know of any who arrived in Britain as refugees, but there is one part that i can't get a handle on. My father (and some others on his side) was darkish skin with black hair. When we went to Spain people would think he was Spanish. Someone must have come form at least a Mediterranean country. Keith, the youngest son of my Cousin Joyce (who was also of that dark complexion) thinks that somewhere down the line there was someone from India. My Father and my Uncle Alan each had the maiden name of one of their grandmothers. My father "West", and Uncle Alan "Blakeman". As Keith pointed out that could be a contraction of "black man". Anyway, a few years ago I met a lady from India who was the absolute spit of my uncle Alan in terms of face shape and skin colour and texture. We still haven't proved the link though. Maybe sometime I'll make a more determined search.
My grandparents with my father's elder siblings. Taken about 1909. The eldest, Wilfred (on the left) died in 1912 aged 14. My father was born the next year. It was around this time that my grandfather was a professional photographer: one of the many jobs he had over the years..
We did a family tree trace, interestingly my family name is Birch, and the biggest family we are related to were Crabtrees. An arboreal connection. Much of my mums family were from Whitworth near Rochdale in the industrial north of England. My brother arranged for Sam Crabtree to meet us in the pub. When we got there dozens of people greeted us, all with the family name of Crabtree. All living in the same village, unaware they were related.
Interesting 'Whitworth' has played many parts in my life, we found that one member of my family was born in Openshaw - about 10 miles from Whitworth, to Joseph Whitworth, yes, he whom the screw thread under our cameras is named after. The inventor of the standardised screw thread and the 'thou'. I worked many years at Whitworth Park (named after him), part of the University of Manchester. Later I moved to Warrington and lived on Whitworth Close. The Arboreal connection stays, I also worked in Oak house, lived on Maple Avenue, moved to Oakwood, which is part of Birchwood.
Here is a family tree, on my mothers side, my brother made using photos. No Whitworths here.
Last Edit: Oct 3, 2014 14:53:58 GMT -5 by philbirch