THE AMERICAN HISTORICAL PHOTO ARCHIVE • FRAMED PRINTS • STOCK IMAGES

On a road trip in 1977 I visited Las Vegas and stayed for one night. I don't gamble, so I took Kodachrome slides of the incredible neon signs and watched the passing parade of people. This sign was all in motion, with sequencing lights making the fire hose appear to be spraying water to cool down the overheated slot machines.

Not sure who these people are, the cruise ship has me guessing somewhere tropical that was a former British colony.

Taken on boat to Liberty Island, late 40s early 50s.

No background on this picture, part of my slide collection.

I don't know where she got these ideas from, it seems to run in that side of the family.

Hanging out in Tallmadge, Ohio, probably around 1969 or so.

Hanging out at Christmas time, probably 1971 or so.

My cousin Scott had it all planned out before anyone else.

My brother and the neighbors helping construct our custom tree house. Lumber was expensive back then but we were thrifty and got the job done under budget!

My brother feeding his bear. I guess this bear likes his meals through his nose for some odd reason.

A 1963 Ford convertible. 3-speed manual transmission with electric overdrive, 352-cubic inch engine. The paint was metallic teal, which doesn't show up well in this Ektachrome slide I developed in my folks' kitchen sink. Did thousands of those. This was taken at Meramec State Park, near Sullivan, MO, I think. Almost as soon as I bought this car, I got drafted, so the guy I bought it from took it off my hands & sold it again. He was a prince. This was in an age where, as they say, hearts were light and cars were heavy.

My Mom, Caroline Holder's first summer job was here at the Children's section of the Bronx Zoo when she was 16. She is the first girl on the left in the middle row.

Big River, between Hematite and Victoria, Jefferson Country. Missouri. Stayed out of its banks too long, and roadbed failure followed. Local photographer sold these pictures to locals. "June 10, 1938" stamped on the back.

St. Clair, MO, late 1930s. This quaint little sandstone-covered gas station was enlarged in the late '40s, and later razed, replaced by a parking lot for the bank next door.

My Dad Lorne (bottom left) and my Uncle Ray (top right) with the rest of the baseball team from Rossland High School in Rossland BC Canada. I don't know what the trophy was for, but I do love the pinned on pennants they are all wearing. This would be about 1935.