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Post by philbirch on Apr 5, 2014 18:24:37 GMT -5
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. Attachment DeletedThe 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. Attachment Deleted
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Post by philbirch on Apr 23, 2014 19:10:17 GMT -5
How did I know the photos were arranged on a disc? I hear you ask. I broke it to see!
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Post by daveh on Apr 24, 2014 2:27:12 GMT -5
For whatever reason, I've only just noticed this thread.
Of course, the only way to find out how a thing worked was to take it apart. If that meant breaking it then so be it.
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Post by philbirch on Apr 24, 2014 3:58:43 GMT -5
When you're two and a half breaking things comes naturally
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Post by genazzano on Sept 30, 2014 13:20:26 GMT -5
I just saw this too. This is a good thread, Phil. I hope it keeps going. This photo dates back to about 1905. My great grand parents with my grandfather on the far left. Coal miners from northern Pennsylvania. A tough life. David
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Post by SidW on Sept 30, 2014 20:30:21 GMT -5
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.
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Post by genazzano on Oct 1, 2014 1:22:23 GMT -5
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.
David
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Post by philbirch on Oct 1, 2014 13:32:56 GMT -5
Thanks David for opening it again. A great photo of the family, when posing for the camera was an occasion. I put up some photos on another forum, so I dont want to duplicate everything here, here is a link and some sample images of my nana, my maternal grandmother Bertha "Bertie" Lewis A Labrador Missionary
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Post by daveh on Oct 1, 2014 15:54:01 GMT -5
My maternal grandparents' wedding, 24th September 1908.
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Post by philbirch on Oct 1, 2014 16:22:15 GMT -5
My brother John, taken in 1961. He had rolls of fat on his arms and legs, we nicknamed him Mr Michelin
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Post by mickeyobe on Oct 1, 2014 16:55:16 GMT -5
My mother's parents. 1885. Romania. Haim and Fanny Brudiu. Mickey
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Post by mickeyobe on Oct 1, 2014 17:01:29 GMT -5
Anne, Jack (My father), Frank, Frances. 1914. London. Mickey
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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 .
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Post by philbirch on Oct 2, 2014 8:42:50 GMT -5
And you never knew what Bwana meant? When my great grandfather found out he sacked the lot of them.
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Post by Randy on Oct 2, 2014 9:16:48 GMT -5
My Dad Oliver Earle having some fun at Celeron NY just after his discharge from the Army in 1950.
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