Sepia Saturday

Sepia Saturday

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Big and Small.

When you are the younges kid of four, you do notice size differences in many ways.  The world around you seems so big.  I am the shortest guy here being 4 years old.  My oldest brother Ron is behind me.  Notice being oldest doesn't make you the tallest.  That was a problem for Ron and he didn't like it. Rex the tallest was a couple of years younger.  My brother next to me, Dwight, always was bigger than me and always tried to be dominate over me in every way both size and of importance. I lost Dwight a few years ago when he was 61 years old.  In this picture he is 7 years old.  It bothered him that I grew up and was successful as he liked to keep his thumb on me. Also in the conclusion of size, Dwight did end up being the tallest even though he was third youngest.

Both of my first cousins are small here.  They are about the same age, under 4 years old and you can see Gene is showing his cousin Jeanette that he can touch the top of her head

My great grandma Driver shows off her second family. The smallest is required to stand and the one boy in the middle is standing on the chair.  I never thought of it before but I bet Grandma Driver was originally sitting in the chair and the kids were not cooperating.  You can see grandma pointing to the camera telling the  girl she is holding to look that way.

It is a complicated story but this is my great grandma Driver's second family.  My grandfather Brown was in her first family of two boys.  This second family are all half cousins of mine, twice removed.  Those young kids in the photos all still live in the Osceola, Iowa area.

While looking for big and small photos I ran across this photo of me.  It would fit the theme if I showed a 65 year old man next to it but that isn't going to happen.  It is 1953 in the summer and we moved from this rented farm during the coming winter during a rain storm.  The roads were dirt back then so we moved by tractor and wagon slipping and sliding on mud roads.   The photo's intention was to show the watermelon juice running down by belly.  I can see that I wasn't allowed to eat it in the house. I wonder if they kept me in a shed outside as to not to make a mess in the house when I eat.

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La Nightingail said...

The (I'm assuming?) grandson in your "About Me" picture looks a lot like you as a young boy - yes? You were a pretty cute young tyke! :)

Postcardy said...

I was taller than my younger sisters when we were young, but they ended up a couple of inches taller than me.

Lorraine Phelan said...

I never thought of this idea to match the theme! Well done. PS What's a tracker and wagon?

Sharon said...

By coincidence, I have watermelon in my post this week too!

Little Nell said...

Lovely photos Larry and you make a good point about age and height; these things don’t always work out how we’d like.

L. D. said...

The tracker has become a tractor now. It would be a Farmall B, the model's name.

Sallysmom said...

You are so very, very blessed to have these family photos. So many people only have the on their phones or computers. I love holding photos and thinking of my family.