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How often do you see a photo from this era that's not posed?
The tall man on the right is my great grandfather Asa Wingate Robson (who died in the 1918 flu epidemic). My great grandmother Ambrozine Almeda is the woman in the darker dress, the taller boy is John Wingate, and the small boy is my grandfather Charles Asa. We don't know who the other folks are.
Taken in Edmonton in 1916 in the backyard of their home 10147 - 114 St.
Notice that there seems to be a person watching from the window of the house in the background on the left.
This is Joe Manning. That's me on the left, and my buddy Rich. We were friends at the Air Force Academy, but not as cadets. We were assigned to the Air Force Academy Hospital. We're still close friends. This is in my dorm room. Note the trendy "big eye" painting by Margaret Keane. An old Air Force buddy who I tracked down recently sent me the photo, taken in 1965. I had no idea it existed. It's the only photo I have ever seen of me during my four years in the Air Force. It looks pretty freaky now. View full size. Fast-forward to 42 years later.
Here I am (Joe Manning) in the middle in 2007. Rich is on the right. The other guy was my roommate at the Air Force Academy. This photo was taken last year, 42 years after the other one. In 1965, Rich was cool, suave and very funny. He still is - well, maybe not as suave. He was my best man in 1969. Both of us have been married for almost 40 years. We each have two kids, and except for a short time in the 1980s, we have lived within two hours of each other since 1967.
My grandfather Peter Lawrence, left, and his son Harry operated a welding and blacksmith shop in Erie, PA from the 1920s to 1948, when Peter died. They began by shoeing horses, but with the advent of cars, they switched mainly to heating, tempering and sharpening chisels and other steel devices used by the city workers who operated air hammers in street construction and repair. Peter was a native of Riga, Latvia and never learned to drive or to speak English.
Look closely at the cars on the Ferris Wheel. They're huge--like small train cars almost--exactly what I imagined the cars on the original Ferris Wheel looked like at the 1893 World's Fair in Chicago. This Ferris Wheel appears to have been located in Paris, according to the writing on the bottom of the photo. I can't be absolutely positive, obviously (if anyone just so happens to be sure of the location, please let me know). According to my estimation (some of the cars are obscured by the building at the bottom), it even has 36 cars, like the original Ferris Wheel.
I read in The Devil In The White City (a fantastic book by Erik Larson) that each of the cars on the original Ferris Wheel weighed 13 tons, bringing the total to about 1 million tons.
Diamond Bar, California, August 1965. The owner of the MG across the street isn't having quite as good a day as my niece and nephew. I shot this on 35mm Kodachrome. View full size.