I came home from South Dakota with a pile of old family photos that no one wanted.
While there, we got together with my mom’s cousins and we all sat around the dining room table and sorted through a big tub of photos that came from my Great Aunt Lula Perline Moe.
I’ve mentioned Lu before, I named my manikin after her. When we were kids we would go out and stay on Aunt Lu and Uncle Homer’s farm in the summer. Here are Homer and Lu …
You see, Aunt Lu never had any children of her own so she enjoyed having various nieces and nephews come to stay. And sadly, what comes of having no direct descendants is a big tub of photos that got shoved into someone’s attic after she passed away. None of the South Dakota relatives seemed to want Lu’s photos.
So we sorted through them during our last visit. All of the photos that included the other aunts and uncles were put into piles to be shipped off to their branches of the family. Most of rest were put into the ‘reject’ pile, otherwise known as the pile I would take home with me!
We weren’t able to identify the people in most of these. For example, no one knew who these guys were …
Although clearly they were farmers who were outstanding in their fields, or should I say out standing in their fields?
I seem to be the only one who wants old photos of unknown people. But some of them are crazy adorable, so how could I resist?
These little cowboys are cute as can be.
I did also nab a couple of semi-recognizable photos such as this one.
Remember ‘blind John the peddler’, my great grandfather? That’s him on the far left. He is usually recognizable in photos because he wore dark glasses that covered his eyes.
I wonder why they didn’t ask him to turn his head forward. Perhaps he heard a sound and turned his head at the last minute. Maybe they re-shot the group photo and this one was just discarded. It does seem like an slightly cruel joke, hey, look at the blind guy, he doesn’t know which way to face for the photo.
But then I looked at another photo that included John (on far left) and same thing, he’s not facing the camera with everyone else.
Perhaps that was just his way of posing and no one questioned it. Here he is again with 4 of his daughters, Olga, Carrie (my grandmother), Evelyn and Lu.
My grandmother had 7 sisters and two brothers total, although the youngest girl died as a baby.
I think that my grandmother fully enjoyed her sisters. After moving to Minneapolis with my grandfather, she would go back to the farm every summer to visit and spend time with her family. In fact, I think she even went back to the farm to give birth to her first child. Her sisters would come and visit her in Minneapolis as well.
Just for fun, I thought I’d share a behind the scenes photo from my photo shoot. The whole time I was setting up and taking these photos, I had a little assistant.
She’s not a very hardworking assistant though, she mostly tends to just get in the way.
Do any of you have a fascination for old family photos? Or even just old photos of strangers?