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TREASURE TROVE

3 May 2019

Ned has been organizing again and brought down a huge box of photos that I swear I have never seen before.  It's mostly photos, but there are all the postcards Walt and I sent from our honeymoon, and a few other portraits, mostly 8x10 size.

This one of my grandmother both amazes me and makes me angry.  As I have mentioned before, she and my grandfather were both in vaudeville in the early 1900s and this has the feel of a publicity picture.

Given that all of our kids have done at least some show biz stuff, it makes me angry that my grandmother was too ashamed (I assume) of having been in show business, that she never, ever talked about it.  How I wish I had tales from those days to share with the kids.

My grandfather was the tenor in a barbershop quartet that almost made the big time, but my grandmother wouldn't let him participate in the audition, but apparently they were quite popular in their day.  I can only remember hearing him sing twice, but remember he had a strong, steady voice and that my grandmother spent the whole time he was singing sitting in the back, glowering and rolling her eyes.  How I'd like to know the story behind their show business careers.

He's the one on the bottom, in the middle

My grandmother may have hated remembering her show business days, but at least there is photographic proof.  This is the chorus line she was part of; she's the second from the right.

I have, over the years, seen one or two pictures of my father as a young boy, but I sure had never seen THIS before:

And then there was this one, of me, taken in 1960 when I was a Daughter of Charity for Career Day at my high school.  I look at it now and think about how I very nearly joined the Daughters of Charity and wonder what life would have been like.

I have a milk box sized box filled with treasures like this and I don't have a clue what to do with them!
 

PHOTO OF THE DAY

My mother in about 1940

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