Thank you! I wish it was dated. My guess is late fifties. My dad was a one or two striper in the Air Force at the time, and this picture was taken on one of his visits home. My older brother was a baby, and I had not crossed my parents' minds yet.
Thank you so much for the photos and memories of your grandparents. I never met my father's parents, they lived in Norway. My maternal grandmother died when I was very young, so that only left my Grandpa H. He only visited occasionally, as he lived with my aunt in another province. I think he found it kind of boring to be shuttled around between his children and I remember him sitting in an easy chair on our front porch reading a book.
My mother's friend from Chicago was not a relative, but she made a much bigger impression on me because she was so glamorous. She always wore earrings and tiny little slipper shoes. Her husband thought she was a goddess. When he would compliment her, she would just pat her snowy white hair, and say (all Mae West-style), "Oh, honey, that's so sweet of you!"
Love that first photo!
Thank you! I wish it was dated. My guess is late fifties. My dad was a one or two striper in the Air Force at the time, and this picture was taken on one of his visits home. My older brother was a baby, and I had not crossed my parents' minds yet.
Thanks for reading. I appreciate you!
Thank you so much for the photos and memories of your grandparents. I never met my father's parents, they lived in Norway. My maternal grandmother died when I was very young, so that only left my Grandpa H. He only visited occasionally, as he lived with my aunt in another province. I think he found it kind of boring to be shuttled around between his children and I remember him sitting in an easy chair on our front porch reading a book.
My mother's friend from Chicago was not a relative, but she made a much bigger impression on me because she was so glamorous. She always wore earrings and tiny little slipper shoes. Her husband thought she was a goddess. When he would compliment her, she would just pat her snowy white hair, and say (all Mae West-style), "Oh, honey, that's so sweet of you!"
Isn't it fun to think about these men and women from another generation? Your mom's friend from years and years ago would be so much fun to know!
She's in my book. I've just sent you links if you want to do a pre-order, or an order, whatever. Maybe I'll do a Substack on her.
Wonderful! I will get my order in.
Thanks so much Mimi. What a wonderful support you have been to me over this crazy journey.