THE AMERICAN HISTORICAL PHOTO ARCHIVE • FRAMED PRINTS • STOCK IMAGES

Some kids heading out to fish; taken during the early 1940s on Commerce Lake, Oakland County, Michigan. Scan of hand tinted photo. View full size.

Circa 1909 photograph of an unidentified elderly gentleman relaxing in one of his two favorite chairs on North Jackson Street in Charles City, Iowa. Taken from a 5x7 inch glass negative. View full size.

Circa 1910 construction at the Hart-Parr Tractor plant in Charles City, Iowa the home of the first farm tractor. The plant was serviced by two railroads, the Illinois Central and the Chicago, Milwaukee & St. Paul. Taken from a recently discovered collection of glass negatives. View full size.

Taken in Charles City, Iowa about 1910 by a local photographer. Captured from a collection of glass negatives found in an attic. View full size.

My husband of 41 years, Greg Weber (on the right), and his buddy Greg Duncan, Charleston, South Carolina, September 1972. They had just returned to The Citadel, Military College of South Carolina, for their junior year. Duncan's uniform (including white gloves) denotes his role as Cadet Regimental Staff Sergeant. I asked my Greg how it was that he had the temerity to sport a summer 'stache while on campus, in uniform, albeit without the addition of his Squad Sergeant rank. He said it was the first day back and he'd already gotten his regulation haircut ("My hair looks all right," he claims), and, obviously, been issued his rifle. My Greg, a basketball player from Toledo, Ohio, was at The Citadel on a full athletic scholarship, while Duncan, from Tavares, Florida, attended on a full academic scholarship. Both members of the Class of '74, they're still friends. The picture was taken by my mother-in-law. View full size.

Candid photo in a college classroom at Cal Poly San Luis Obispo. 35mm Tri-X negative taken in 1956 by my brother. View full size.

Around 1968 we traveled from Akron, Ohio, to Los Angeles (the scenic route) and one of our lunch stops was somewhere in Wyoming. The wild, wild west is about how it is out that way with hundreds of miles of nothing. The car was running fine other than the gas gauge breaking and running us out of gas in some ghost town a day or two after this photo was taken.

Our snazzy little camper had a place to fix food in the back. Food tastes so much better when you are traveling and camping. I don't know why, but it does. View full size.

We were traveling from Ohio to California in 1970 and this stop was at Mt. Rushmore. We didn't have the money for one of those snazzy aluminum campers, so we did ok with this sporty little deal. It was better than sleeping in a tent and it even had a gas stove on the back! View full size.

The family was traveling on the interstate to Myrtle Beach in 1973 and the tire came apart on the good old '65 Rambler Classic Wagon. Luckily my dad had the spare ready to go. View full size.

My Grandfather, Cpl William Henry Verhoeks at Ft. Bliss, Texas, in 1918. He was a courier for the post veterinarian. I copied this from a 3x3 image in my Grandmother's photo album. View full size.

My father steers our 1966 Rambler Classic station wagon through Sequoia National Park's Tunnel Log in this Kodachrome slide I took on our summer vacation in July 1967. But it wasn't the first time he'd driven a Rambler through a tree, however, an event seen previously here on Shorpy. View full size.

My niece and nephews were coming down for an Easter egg hunt, so that gave my brother, his wife and me an excuse to color some eggs for the first time since our own childhood. I made a caricature of my brother, another that was supposed to look like the Western Hemisphere, and at the bottom center in a sort of holiday mashup, an homage to one of our favorite vintage Christmas tree ornaments. The brown ones were made via the traditional onion skin method and some forgotten arcane process produced the blue-and-white mottled jobs. Paste-on printed features from an egg-dyeing kit are on two, and two more are named for their creators. All posed against the lawn at the family home in Idyllic Larkspurâ„¢, California and immortalized by me with this Polaroid snapshot. View full size.

My Grandpa was driving when some T-bird ran a light. My brother and I were in the back seat and we slammed into the front seats ripping the skin off our knees. Cars didn't have seatbelts back then. My Grandpa almost kicked it but recovered. We were only going about 40 mph. View full size.

Car show at Chapel Hill Mall in Akron, Ohio, 1977. My friends and I put our cars in this show. Too bad the mall is about to close its doors for good. View full size.

I watched them film the show Dallas one time and Steve posed for a shot. He is very laid back and cool in person. Great actor I might add. View full size.