Saturday, April 14, 2018
My father is exploring another vessel in the same area of Belgium. I see there isn’t a sail to go with the mast. I like the little roof piece that is covering a portion of an opening of the boat.
The theme was a boy with a wheel barrow with fish to eat in it. My extension to things in the water is a far stretch but I really wanted to share something today. WW ll era may have been in the same time frame of the little boy at the harbor.
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Saturday, March 24, 2018
It may be a wedding dress but I have no proof. I do know that it is a dress that is duplicate of my Grandmother Brooks’s wedding dress. The layers of the ribbons allowed the woman to shorten it to make be a custom fit. They could hem them up into the inside or the could cut it. The photo was taken in the late1800’s and was from a set of family albums.
My Grandma had a photographer help her to get that ribboned hat to look good. I still have the ribbon hat and wedding dress which I am planning to give to a younger first cousin soon.
The last photo I share today is one of a couple standing on the fake street corner. The dark colored dresses were popular but the guy even has his top coat on along with his hat. The drapery on her dress is a little bit more complicated as the style developed.
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Saturday, September 9, 2017
My son seems to be pretty serious playing his sax in a high school Jazz Band performance. His group won a lot of competitions as he worked through his four years in band. I am thinking the year is 1997.
Kids love school picnics and these two are having their picture taken with their country school teacher. My mom is the teacher and the year must be 1939. I like seeing the old car and a concerned parent or grandparent looking on as the photographer was snapping the picture.
Even thought is says it is 1956, I am betting the photo was taken in the fall of 1955. I am standing there at the age of five with my brother, Dwight, named after one of our presidents. Dwight, 7 years old, has a good bike there but I didn't have one at the time. I really didn't learn to ride a bike for another couple of years later, when my dad brought home a couple of beat-up old bikes from a farm sale. We had a hill in the back of the machine shed and I learned to coast down it and eventually pedal. I like seeing the hand-me-down pants and shirt that I am wearing in this photo. My age difference to my brother was three years so his clothes really were too big for me most of my childhood. I did have the privilege of having my own underwear and socks.
This is a photo from an album that I have full of family shots. I now know that the house they were from had owners by the names of Webster. I don't have much more to find among the photos. The youngster doesn't look too happy having his photo taken. If it were a photo where he had to hold still, it may be why he is so stern.
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Saturday, September 2, 2017
Tractors and bicycles have some things in common, but not too many when you think of all of the differences. Wheels make them belong to the same big family. My brother was born in 1942. He sits on this tractor 74 years ago. A Farmall M, which must have belonged to one of my uncle,s as my dad was in the service at that time and didn't become a farmer for five more years.
The weather was probably middle summer as three out of four were without shirts. We were poor but we did have undershirts that we could have worn. The two youngest guys probably didn't wear shoes most of summer until school started. The photo was taken with the Brownie Kodak camera and you are seeing the photo that is being held in a packet of photos as was the way photos were process then. The fortunes of these four guys were all different with the two older guys now live in warmer climates. The older brother is in Arizona and the other is in California. The brother on the end died in 2008 from additions of his past. He had lived in Arizona and returned to Iowa for about 15 years before he passed. He was 61 yeas old unlike the age of 9 that his is at the time of the photo.
I will close with the photo of our 1957 Ford Fairlane. It was green with a cream color. It seemed like a beautiful car at the time and we took family trips in it to the great out west in the summers. No air conditioning in this car other than rolling down the windows. The heater did work in the winter. This is the first time that I have seen in the photo tail fin of a 1976 Plymouth of a relative of the family.
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Sunday, August 27, 2017
Shown here is a small group of school mates of 1959. Due to the necessity of making students exercise, the students all eventually had to take physical education classes when they entered the 6th grade. Up until that time the lower grade students had recess to help with their exercise program. Playing soccer, or chaise would get one winded but swing on the swings and jungle gym was a low grade of movement. Playing tag could get one into a good run as people would scatter all over the old school grounds.
One who went out for the sports like football, basketball and track did get more exercise than the ones who did not participate. At this time a majority of them lived on farms so they did get to do farm chores and work as farm kids in the summer.
Jumping back in time the students of this day,1920s, were lucky to have finished eighth grade at a country school. There was not time for physical education back then even though health would have been taught. The older kids of this family did go to a town school and graduate. The youngest boys in this photo never attended high school but were home trying to help save the farm from foreclosure. They didn't save the farm but all of that added to their character. Those two boys ended up being in WW II, traveling far away from their farm roots to Europe and Aleutian Islands.
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Saturday, August 19, 2017
I found an old newspaper article cut from the Sentinel-Tribune paper of Osceola, Iowa. It was first published right after the end of WW ll. All the local men who returned from serving during the war were asked to show up at a cemetery in Murray, Iowa. There the seven guys of various services fired off a 21 gun salute. The names of the guys described in the row are all familiar with me. When the article was republished years later, the paper said all were gone except for three men in that front row. My dad must have been alive at the time when the republished it. The reason the article was cut from the paper was not for what you see but for what you don't see. Jesse Burgus, my dad, is standing behind the second shooter as was marked with an arrow by a blue pen. His brother, my Uncle Donald is in view with a blue line marking his existence. Both guys were in their early 20s in age as later they neither one would be able to fit into the uniform. They were wool uniforms. I tossed a lot of my parents things but this is a fun one to have.
In the past I had this as a header for my Sepia Saturday blog. These kids were all children from a country school in 1939. My mom was their teacher. When I posted more of these photos on my blog I was contacted by a woman, my age, searched on the blog and asked me about one of the photos. She said one of those girls was her mom. I sent her the photo and scanned pictures of the whole country school crowd. The woman wanting the photo ended up being one whose mother was related to the an Aunt of mine, who was married to my Uncle. She also had lived in the town and graduated from the school that I had been working in for 31 years. Small world, curious sharing of first cousins and we were not related ourselves.
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Saturday, August 5, 2017
The year must be 1951. The baby is about a year old or more and he is surrounded by relatives. Great uncles and aunts are all in the yard. They seem to be dressed up for some reason. They aren't church goers so to speak so they must be there after a funeral. The men for sure are all my grandmother Mabel's brothers. They were all farmers and probably were 55 years old or more. To see them in suits seams unusual for farmers. I can't identify the women but I am assuming that they are wives, great aunts of mine.
I am the little guy being held by Elva Wheeler. It is an amazing good photo of me as I was the fourth child and most all photos of me as a baby were blurry shots. There were not a lot of pictures taken as I was the fourth child and another child died 8 months after I was born.
When I grew up to get to know Elva he had changed in appearance. He was short all of his life but he became rotund as a well-fed mans should be. He was a friendly guy and bald completely. He had a very angry wife who cussed a lot. Later on in years, she mellowed and became a kind, quieter woman.
My grandmother's brothers are here with names labelled above. There is one other bother not in the photo who just didn't hang around with these people. He went to the big city to make his fortune. In the top photo the back sides of Lee are directly positioned behind Elva and the next one back is Weaver. To follow the theme of "watching over others" my grandmother lost her husband in 1937. Her brothers hovered over here and made sure she had a place to live and food on the table. Everyone was poor back then and they got by with whatever they had. The tree behind them is my great grandparents tree. I have so many old photos of various people standing outside in front of that tree. The all lived in the Madison County area, "Bridges of Madison County" locality, Winterset and Lorimor, Iowa.
Cyrus Henry Wheeler, 1872-1948, and Martha (Mattie) Selena Mobley Wheeler, 1876-1941. Most all of these people are buried in the Moon Cemetery near Macksburg, Iowa.
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