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My father took this picture on a trip to Northern California in 1955. He worked as an engineer for Riverside County and was visiting various engineering projects. View full size.
Such a sweetie pie. Part of a set of Kodachromes (dated 1949-50) recovered and scanned. Location is near the Jersey Shore. View full size.
The Steel Pier, Atlantic City. Another in the set of found Kodachrome slides. View full size.
Unknown location, but somewhere where it can support the growth of palm trees. Happy kid playing in the front yard. From my negatives collection. View full size.
The winter of 2013-14 may seem brutal, but as a kid in Bedford, Quebec (just a few miles north of Vermont), in the late 1950s, I loved winter. We played outside all day, summer and winter (no electronic distractions!), and this shot shows a bunch of us on a twelve-foot pushed-up snow pile on the laneway of a neighbour. Many snowball fights and slides ensued. This is circa 1957 and I'm the little guy in the front with the slippery plastic boots, great for traction (not!). View full size.
Bedford, Quebec in the grip of winter, circa 1957. This is looking down Victory Blvd., with Bedford High School at the head of the street, where I attended from Grade 1 to Grade 5. As is apparent from this picture, there was lots of snow in late 50s Quebec Eastern Townships winters. View full size.
Another shot from Bedford, Quebec, winter, circa 1957, with my two brothers. In this one, I'm wearing slippery plastic mittens to match my slippery plastic boots. It's a wonder I was able to walk or make snowballs. Winters were very cold and snowy there in the late 50s - I remember Dad waking us up early one morning to see the thermometer outside the window reading almost -50. We loved winter! View full size.