A drilling rig crew, likely from somewhere in the East Texas oilfield. Probably from the 1930s. There's nothing written on the back for me to identify it, sadly.

This is my great uncle probably in the 1930's, shortly before he left the Netherlands to move to the Dutch Indies. During the war he was kept in a Japanese camp and suffered greatly.

He was a pow and may have worked on the Burma railroad like my other greatuncle. He survived the war by some sort of miracle and so did his wife. They returned to the house they had built and lived in for years.

Indonesian nationalists came, my uncle came outside to see what they wanted. They shot the dog and then my uncle. As my uncle lay dying the Indonesian Nationalists wouldn't allow my aunt to go outside and help him or at least be with him as he died.

My great-grandparents moved to the Dutch colony of Indonesia at the end of World War I, where they ran one of the few, probably the only, car garage on the emerald isles.

They had a fantastic time there, the locals were happy to work for them or succeeded well in hiding their discontempt [contempt? discontent? - dave].

This is rather common, many Indonesians were very friendly and acted happy and many Dutch had no idea many of these people hated being colonised and dominated and exploited by the Dutch.

My dad and grandfather with local farmers in front of the old steel wheeled John Deere Model "D" tractor in rural Alberta.

A view of a raised house for an American management worker and his family during construction of the Panama Canal. Approximately 1911.

A view of one of the locks on the Panama Canal during construction. Approximately 1911.

A photo of a crane used by the American Panama Canal company during canal construction. Approximately 1911.