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This picture was taken in the early forties in Miami. The three pretty gals from left to right are Nancy, Ann, and Helen Spach. Ann is the oldest, Nancy is the youngest and the only one not wearing lipstick. They sure are cute! View full size.
A 1903 portrait made in Boston of my grandfather Matt as baby. His Aunt Betty is holding him, with his mother on the left in that fabulous hat. Her name was George -- really! I think the snow is a nice touch. View full size.
Thanks Dave, for the kind welcome and links. Here's one more for my dad's 100th birthday. After his mother was widowed, she moved the family to Cheyenne, Wyoming, where at age 14 my dad began learning to be a cowboy on the Wyoming Hereford Ranch. He became a proficient quarter horse trainer and calf roper, which he kept up after he found full time work as a telephone lineman. Here he is at age 29, roping at the Las Vegas, New Mexico Rodeo in 1938. He was delighted when an old friend sent him this photo, 50 years later. It's the moment just before the brahma calf knows it's been roped. Dad's horse knows, and is doing half the work by sitting down to flip the calf. View full size.
Maybe seeing a scene from the slavery era in color will remind us of how very real those times were. Here's my concept of how this scene might have looked.
Here's my second Happy Birthday photo of my dad, taken by my mom during a quail hunting trip in Baja California in, I think, 1968. The wonderful dog leaning on him is Cefra, a Hungarian Vizsla. She was the smartest and most willing of the many dogs he had during his long life, and he just adored her. For those who might blanch at our old getaway pastime of hunting quail, my dad had a ready comeback: he'd explain that, unlike other forms of hunting, quail hunting in Baja meant a day of toiling up rocky hillsides through the cactus and eventually reaching the top, only to see the covey of quail flushing over the next ridge. But all through my childhood we had some swell picnics in what was then the unspoiled ranch country south of Ensenada.
Although he passed away in 2000, June 30, 2009, is my late father's 100th birthday. This studio portrait of him and his dog Clover was taken in 1912. He was born in the little logging town of Clatskanie, Oregon, and seems to have inherited his father's innate love of and deep abilities with dogs and horses, even though his dad died only shortly after this photo was taken, from an injury suffered in a logging accident. I've been thinking about sharing some of my old family photos with Shorpy viewers for a long time, and my dad's centenary finally got me going.
This photo by Arthur Rothstein wasn't an ideal one to colorize, but somehow it challenged me. I didn't like the rope going across, so I removed it. I couldn't resist adding a little humor by making the banjo player's clothing mismatched. I figure that in that day and place, he just might have dressed like that for an informal evening of jamming with his buddies. View full size.