Academe (where a weathered historian shares)
The role of family archivist has been bestowed (foisted?) upon yours truly. I am not complaining. I love the smell of an archive in the morning.
This past weekend two boxes of photos from the old family farm house were passed into my possession. Uncle, cousin, sister, and I sat and listened to uncle identify people. We all participated in preserving the information. My dog lay patiently under the table for hours.
I present to you some of these photos, beginning this week. I start with an interesting photo, but a photo of lesser quality: it’s curled, washed out. Don't worry, I am working on uncurling them, but it is a slow process.
(My grandfather) Paul sits on a couch in the old farm house with a fraction (4/7) of his sons surrounding him. They are labeled below. Alfred was my father. Philip was the uncle identifying people. I estimate this photo was taken after WW2 but before 1950.
With Critters, It’s Personal
Dogs figured prominently, more prominently than even I anticipated, in the family photos. Below is Trixie with an unidentified human and a Model T. When was Trixie alive? That would help date this photo.
If you’re part of this clan and/or you know someone or something in a photo, please don’t be shy and let me know.
My intention is to post more photos.
Ah, the family tradition is long, having a memory for dogs' names, not so much for the humans' names.