This is me at Bridlington in 1959 when I was about 2 1/2 years old, just before my father died.
I remember the toy camera I'm holding to my eye it contained colour scenes of Bridlington. you 'wound on' to the next photo by pressing the shutter. The photos were arranged in a circle on a tiny plastic disc.
My trousers were Royal Stewart tartan. I remember so much about this holiday. It was my first - and last for many years.
The next photo was taken in 1967 I would be 10 years old. This is my sister with me, she was a real tomboy. We had an old barrel in the yard that we managed to get the hoops off. There's no way that would go back together. The Chinese Privet was the only tree on the street - and for many around us too. It is still standing in the garden of the new house built on the same spot.
Nice family group Genazzano. Take care of it. They must have scrubbed thoroughly before putting on their best suits and posing. An extremely distant cousin of my mother's, umpteen times removed, was mining coal in Pennsylvania too. They sailed from Cornwall (UK) to Baltimore around 1830, and settled appropriately at a place called Minersville. There are numerous descendents today.
I met my great grandfather when I was ten years old. We visited him in Elmira NY. He was 95 years old then and still had that great black mustache. He was still a big man. When young he stood about 6'4" towering over everyone. Their origins are a bit hazy but I think he arrived as a child from Prussia. My great grandmother came from Poland, I believe.
I hope this thread survives and others will share old photos of family.
Post by belgiumreporter on Oct 2, 2014 6:36:56 GMT -5
What a wonderfull thread, i'm a succer for ald photographs as they give me that travel in time feeling. The way those people look at you as they were looking in to nthe camera, that moment frozen in time....as Phillip K dick once said: all those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain... Anyway here's my contribution, it's my father and mother with my oldest brother and their house staff probably 1949 in the Belgium Congo, in those days it was "normal" that you called the male staff "Boy" and they would adress you as "Bwana" wich had nothing to do with respect or disrespect it was just the way it was back then, times have changed though... Speaking of time travel, now i come to look at these pictures again i've noticed my father has a resemblance with Marty Mc Fly .