Thursday, April 08, 2010

Vintage Family

Sorry that things have been a bit quite here on the blogging front; it's been a slow few weeks. I was over at my mom's house yesterday rummaging around and came across some old family photos.

We have so few from my dad's childhood years that I couldn't resist sharing.

First, a few of my Grandmother Nonie, who recently passed away. My Dad's mother. I know the one on the left is definitely her, the jawline and rather stubborn glint in her eye are definitive proof. What do you think about the one on the right though? Same person? The photo of her as a very young girl so clearly shouts "Nonie" but I'm having trouble reconciling this teenage Nonie (on right) with the adult version. I'll have to consult with the parental units on that one...





The house where my dad grew up: Windy Fields. What a sweet drawing. I wonder if I could work some photoshop magic and turn a photo of our home into a sketch.


And my dad, as a wee little tyke. Look at those chubby cheeks. I didn't know that he was a blond baby, too.


This photo was taken during my dad's tenure at St. Marks.  On the Charles River, that's him in bow. This configuration is a bit usual, notice that it's starboard rigged. For all those rowers out there, take a look at the coxswain, see how he has his arms way out on the sides? It looks like he's grasping cables that run out from rudder. This must pre-date the wooden knobs-on-the-side method.  Nowadays, the coxswain would be laying down in front, not shouting from the rear. As stroke, I was always rather fond of moving the loud little guy/girl to the front; it was always a bit uncomfortable to be face to face with someone while you were huffing and puffing away at the oar...Interesting how much technology has changed over the last 30-odd years.


 And here we have a few from my mother's side: That's my Grandmother. Wowsa. Does anybody else have a hard time reconciling the sweet grandmother that they know and love with...this young, frisky lady? Nice hairdo, Grams.



And perhaps one of my very favorite pictures of my mama and Uncle Bill. Check out my mom's expression (and Bill's too, for that matter). Poor little bunny.
 

Priceless.




3 comments:

  1. Wow Sonja! In that last photo of your mom and uncle I completely see you in your mom's expression!

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  2. Anonymous9:23 PM

    The cox has two wooden handles from the rudder lines that he's beating against the combings of the boat to keep us in time. You can't see that he's wearing his little megaphone - the other essential communication device. How else to be heard above the roaring crowd?

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  3. Min: Perhaps because I frequently have similar devilish expression on my face. :)

    Hmm, perhaps you did have the same style of rudder lines that we had (in the very old clunkers, of course). I cannot see the magaphone. Is it like this? http://www.ricmerrifield.com.php5-14.websitetestlink.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/boat.jpg

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