One of the items on my bucket list is to get all of the old slides and photos from my family scanned and digitized. This is quite an undertaking considering that we’re talking about some pictures that go back to the late 1800s. I inherited all of my dad’s slides and photos, but my sister had acquired a treasure trove of very old photos that she recently sent to me. When I opened the box and looked inside all I could say was WOW.
This was my dad’s parents’ wedding invitation.
They got married on a Wednesday. Early in the morning. That’s interesting. I believe that my parents got married in the same church. I believe that many of my siblings were baptized in the same church. I never connected these dots. Here is that same church, which I attended a few years back when I visited the town in which it is located.
Here is my dad’s parents’ wedding picture.
Here are their three sons. My dad is the oldest and is on the top right (big ears and dark hair).
Here is a picture of my parents on their wedding day. They were married on a Saturday.
It is with mixed emotions that I look at these old photos for I know some of the pain and anguish experienced by these two couples. Both my dad’s parents and my parents were divorced. And they were not easy divorces. But perhaps they do represent a time when they were happy although it’s sometimes hard to tell with old photos where the people don’t smile much.
This is a picture of my parents and all 8 of us kids (circa 1966).
I have no recollection of this picture at all, but we all looked happy – even my parents. That’s something.