I’m not running out of Dad’s Photos quite yet—I figure I have at least enough for the rest of the calendar year given two posts a month—but Dad ran out of captions. Sorry! I know folks like them, but what’s to be done? I pinch-hit the best I could. Clearly these photos—mostly of my mother—were taken during his winter (1939-1940) in the camp in Athens, VT.
Hope you enjoy them!
[The view out the window (the railing) & also the drapes tells me this portrait of my mom wasn’t taken in the Athens, VT hunting camp]
[My father was an accomplished skier—don’t know much about mom when it comes to skiing—she didn’t ski in my lifetime]
[Ski poles, but no skis; I wonder at what caused the striations in this exposure]
[Maybe this answers the skiing question. Although the photo’s a bit blurry, I think the man behind my mom is their good friend Dick Bragg]
[Gotta admit: I wish there was a back story on the old wagon]
[Mom in the doorway to the Athens cabin—check out that crosscut saw!]
[Dad & Mom—check out Dad’s ski attire!]
[I’m pretty sure the folks on either side of my mom are their friends (& at one time, next-door-neighbors) Marge & Dick Bragg]
I love old photos, especially the clothing and surroundings. It's like looking at another world.
ReplyDeleteI also love hearing the stories of my parents' lives before us kids. Fortunately, I still have both of my parents, and they got into a storytelling last night. I thought I'd heard it all, but as they become older, their inhibitions lessen, so I'm learning some interesting things! Now I need to find the photos to accompany the stories.
I thought perhaps your mother was a pioneer in the field of Nordic walking (People are always asking me whether I've lost my skis) -- but apparently she did have some skis to go with the poles. I like the striations in the pole photo. You could label it "Mom and the Aurora Borealis."
ReplyDeleteI was intrigued by the winter weather and wanted to know if such conditions were normal for Athens VT (which I assume is Athens in Vermont). I eventually tracked it down on the map and it does seem to be rather far north. Just see what investigative processes such old photographs start.
ReplyDeleteHi Karen & Sandra & Alan
ReplyDeleteKaren: That's very true about inhibitions & story-telling as parents get older! Great point.
Sandra: Great title! Yes, I think she would have been far ahead of her time as a Nordic walker.
Alan: Vermont in general gets pretty brutal winters--I believe it has already snowed there! The climate as far as that goes varies quite a bit in the states in terms of east & west of the Rockie Mountains. In Idaho, we're as far north as Vermont, yet we're still getting weather in the 60s, which isn't all that unusual, & while the winter seems to be hitting them a bit early this year, the winters there on average are significantly longer than ours, at least at our elevation.
I always enjoy these album pics, John. Your mother is beautiful. I especially like the shadowy profile shot!
ReplyDeleteHi Willow: Thanks! I also like that profile shot.
ReplyDeleteConclusions like this are always hard to draw, but there seems to be a lot of unforced cheerfulness in these pictures. Aren't they great?
ReplyDeleteHi Dominic: Yes, those look like happy days!
ReplyDeleteYour caption on the wagon shot was priceless! Your dad would be proud.
ReplyDeleteAlways a treat, this feature.
Hi Kat: & thanks--sorry I missed this comment earlier!
ReplyDeleteI was really good at falling down, but at least I waited quite awhile before I broke my hip. I enjoyed the Athens pictures. It was many years ago, how times flies. Love, Ma
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