Cuppa remembers a photo of her dad pushing Thesha in a wheelbarrow. She might be right, but our box of old slides is so stupidly disorganized that I haven't yet been able to uncover such a gem. I will continue to look and will post if I come across it.
However, be it real or not, her recollection caused me to remember an old photo of my grampa pushing me in a wheelbarrow — or so I thought. But I've been through all of the albums, and I regret to inform the world that (GASP!) my memory is faulty. There is no photo of him pushing me in a wheelbarrow. However, I did find one ↓↓ of me in his wheelbarrow about sixty years ago. I wish he were in it, but alas ...
I so wish I could sit down and have a long talk with my grampas now. There's so much I would like to know: about their childhood, their families, their crossings to Canada, their stories about work, etc. One reason that I blog now is to leave a bit of record behind should my own scions ever wish to know more about the nuts in their family tree: nuts with faulty memories as it turns out.
You look so sweet in that wheelbarrow. As sweet as your granddaughter does in hers!
ReplyDeleteI so understand AC. Since my mom has passed, I have thought of all of these questions that I would love to ask her. Isn't that the way things go? I love this post. It reminded me of my wheelbarrow ride. Did everyone have one back in the day?! Love Di ♥
ReplyDeleteWheelbarrows and picture taking run in the family. Great set of pictures.
ReplyDeleteHope you are feeling better as the day progresses. Lovely family likeness between little AC and little grand daughter.
ReplyDeleteThe main reason I started blogging was to leave a record for the grand kid. I was lucky that one of my grandparents lived until I was an adult, but I have few memories of the others. I love the way you put it - fellow nut.
Both pictures are adorable. You expressed my feeling about why I blog. I would love to have had a written history about my grandparents...and my parents, for that matter. My children kind of put up with my blogging but I still print off the biographical posts and hope it will be of interest at some point.
ReplyDeleteGinnie, like us, the kids won't "get it" until it's too late, for such wistfulness seems to come later in life. I have printed some of my blogs, but I think that I will actually publish properly some someday. It's not that difficult to do anymore.
ReplyDeleteYou were a dandy back then AC. Yes, that happens with everyone; the older we get, we wished for those days for asking questions to our ancestors. Have a great weekend, my friend! :) The Bach
ReplyDeleteA cute picture.
ReplyDeleteI was fortunate to know both my grandfathers, and even one great grandfather. Frankly, they really weren't very interesting. The grandmothers were, however.
Such a handsome young lad. No wonder Mum said you were the handsomest boy she had ever seen!
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ReplyDeleteThank goodness (sort of) that she can't see me now.
Before seeing these pictures I didn't think too much about it but I see a strong resemblance between you and Jboy......Smudge is adorable......:-) Hugs
ReplyDeleteIt's not a good plan of God's(read or....) to make memories so seductive yet so prone to fault.
ReplyDeleteDo you still trust your memory. How brave of you.
ReplyDeleteI too wish I could still talk to my elders. I am the keeper of our family tree. Do I ever have a lot of questions!
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ReplyDeleteThe wooden barrow has a charm all its own - and you look sweet too! LOL :)
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