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Here we see some teens at a dance party. I love the formal attire. Scanned from a Kodak safety negative. View full size.
Continuing my vacation theme, we return to the same beach ten years earlier. I'm wearing the St. Christopher medal that was then a permanent accouterment, but what really kept me from drowning then and forever afterwards was making sure that my extremities were firmly in contact with the bottom at all times. This was when the Russian River region was the vacation destination for denizens of the San Francisco Bay Area and was jammed with sun and fun frolickers during the summer months. About ten years later, freeways made Lake Tahoe more easily accessible and Guerneville and environs went into a serious and sad decline that lasted until the 1980s. View full size.
Father Ignatius, the fourth from the right was, I believe, was my grandfather's cousin. From what I'm told he was a kind man and made our Polish Catholic family proud by becoming a priest. This is a picture of him after his first mass at St. Michael's Church in San Antonio, TX on 4/11/37. Strangely, he died while in the dentist chair. View full size.
These are some of the gals of Swift and Co. factory workers. The picture was taken in the late fifties or early sixties at the Swift and Co.'s meat packing plant in East St. Louis. My great-grandma Josie is in there somewhere. She worked as a hot dog stuffer. View full size.
This is Ann Spach in the early to mid of 1930s. I knew her as Granny Annie. Maybe because it was the depression or perhaps it was the humid Miami heat but many of her childhood photos show her as a serious kind of gal. View full size.
That is some good looking watermelon! I'm not exactly sure who these kids are; but they're in Perry, Oklahoma, and it's the late 1890s or very early 1900s. I found this photo in my collection from my Granny Annie, so at least one of the kids has the last name of Keeler. It reminds me of a song she taught me...
Fried chicken is mighty mighty fine
But nothing could be finer than a watermelon rind
So plant a little watermelon on my grave
And let the juice (slurrp)
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