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Someone took this Ektachrome slide of my uncle in his newly-acquired MG around 1955, in front of his San Francisco home (on the right). Why the Caddy limo is there, or if it's connected with the event, I don't know; based on the front fender trim,
I think it's a '54 (turns out it's a '53). Appears to be a registration certificate taped inside the windshield. I presume it's parked facing the wrong way on the street because Cadillac limos get to do that. Next-door neighbor kid seems entranced by the scene, as I would have been. Random red clouds are unexplained as well. View full size.
When we last saw Keene's First Congregational Church, it was as the backdrop for a fire fighters' hose practice (http://www.shorpy.com/node/3335) about 1913. Time changes things -- for instance, in 2008, it's now the First Church of Christ and the trees in Central Square are a bit larger.
Back home, someplace near the crossroads of America
P.S. Found no substantial doughnuts, nor any Moxie...
July 1967, Kings Canyon National Park, California. My mother, brother and father around the campfire, photographed in Kodachrome by the light of a Coleman lantern. Bonus: antique enameled coffeepot. View full size.
August 15, 1955. My ninth birthday. In answer to my request, we had turkey with all the trimmings. I'm pretending to carve. The camera this was taken with was probably a birthday present, thereby starting me on my road to photographic immortality. Poetic justice that the shot's out of focus. Gobble gobble.