tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550263554288767172024-02-21T02:21:21.879-08:00Larry's Sepia SaturdayA COLLECTION OF FAMILY PICTURES, SOME OLDER THAN OTHERS, A PLACE TO START FIGURING OUT MY FAMILY TREE. HEY, HOW DID THAT FUNNY LOOKING GUY GET IN THERE ?L. D. http://www.blogger.com/profile/02270923121962761209noreply@blogger.comBlogger136125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355026355428876717.post-70698437922080303942019-08-17T16:15:00.000-07:002019-08-17T16:20:58.400-07:00Fourteen Strong...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have had in my side panel, a photo of my nephew holding a photograph of my great grandma Burgus. She is surrounded by her fourteen children. The photo I lost track of was the one my nephew was holding. My dad did not own the photo but his sister did. He asked to hang in his house for a while and my aunt Amy did consent. I do think she put a time limit on it like six months. <br />
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Anyway, the story is such that after my dad returned the framed photo, my dad died, and then about a year or so later she died. The photo was gone for sure. My aunts daughter, my cousin Patty, grabbed it and ran back to Colorado.<br />
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Probably 19 years later another cousin of mine who lives an hour away, received this wonderful digital copy of the photo. They were a distant relatives who sent it to her. There line of family of the above family was gone and they had not one to will it to. So the image is back in her hands and now in my hands, digitally.<br />
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My grandfather is the one fourth from the left. His name is Charles Burgus. He was the son that was named after his father Charles Burgus. He had passed away before this photo was taken.<br />
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I now have time to study this photo and find the names of all of them. My grandfather in the back row died in 1949. You can see him in the past blog of this one.<br />
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There are many who follow this blog who also post on the Sepia Saturday blog. You can check out that group by clicking on this <a href="https://www.blogger.com/Sepia%20Saturday%20483%20:%2017%20August%202019">SEPIA SATURDAY</a>. Thanks for stopping by today. I have been gone for a while and am glad I am back.L. D. http://www.blogger.com/profile/02270923121962761209noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355026355428876717.post-89705915556171873362018-06-09T16:27:00.000-07:002018-06-09T16:27:24.286-07:00The Past and the Future.....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A cousin, Rosemarie, shared this photo a few years back. She has passed away a year ago. The photo is of her baby brother Gary. He lives today in an institution with autism difficulties. The photo then is about 60 years ago and it is taken next to the Pacific Ocean. The finding of this photo is a special one to me as there is so much family stories in all that is showing in the photo. My Grandfather Charlie and my grandmother Grace lived in Iowa in a very small town. They took the train to Washington State to see new grandson and the grand daughter Rosemarie who would have been three years old. Their son Donald and his wife Eileen lived out in Washington. Eileen was a war bride being a full Brit.<br />
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Charlie and Grace look so out of place being on the beach. I doubt that they had ever visited the coast before then. Living in Iowa they would not have had a car nor would they have made the drive. The two of them were at the end of their years having raised 10 children and living some very hard times as farmers. They lost a farm from a bad economy and struggled on a smaller farm to keep food on the table.<br />
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The picture was taken in early 1949 when Gary was born. My grandfather died that same year. I never knew him as I was born in the next year. I have a few select photos of him and heard stories of how nice of a guy that he was. This photo is a great one of Charles (Charlie) Thomas Burgus. It is one of my Grace Elizabeth Turner Burgus and it does resemble her as I did know her for another 15 years since the photo was taken.<br />
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My second and last photo shows thing in my life in the future. Our son and his wife live near Bar Harbor, Maine. This is a photo from Cadillac Mountain looking down on the Atlantic shore line. Our son and his wife love it here as they hike the trails and camp along the coast line. We are so landlocked here and thing they are so fortunate to live there. <br />
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Others are answering the call of posting Sepia Saturday articles following the seashore theme. Check them out at the <a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/2018/04/sepia-saturday-414-14-april-2018.html">SEPIA SATURDAY </a> site. L. D. http://www.blogger.com/profile/02270923121962761209noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355026355428876717.post-40031788225750071242018-04-14T11:16:00.003-07:002019-08-17T16:23:02.980-07:00Fishing.....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A couple of G.I.s trying their hand at fishing with the local kids. The place is Belgium where my dad was stationed before he went to the front to fight in WW II. The bridge looks like a temporary one after the original was damage by bomb warfare.<br />
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Crossing the river by boat because the bridges are gone. My dad was a farm boy in southern Iowa where there were bodies of water for boats. He then had a fascination for them and was fortunate to by a fishing boat is his older years thirty years after being in the war.<br />
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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.<br />
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My dad took a shot of one of the smaller boats in which he two traveled in to come over to Europe. The smaller the boat the worse it is to get sea sickness while being on the ocean. He was extremely sick from that crossing in 1944.<br />
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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.<br />
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Others share photos on their Sepia Saturday’s blogs. Click on the <a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/2018/04/sepia-saturday-414-14-april-2018.html">HERE</a> to go see other sharing of photos and words.L. D. http://www.blogger.com/profile/02270923121962761209noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355026355428876717.post-62857848373217173672018-03-24T16:05:00.002-07:002018-03-24T16:05:38.990-07:00It’s the Dress......<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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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.<br />
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I have two albums from a house that my father demolished in order to build an new home. The photos from the family have given me clues that the house was built in the late 1800’s. The town was Osceola, Iowa established in 1870s or earlier. From the photos I have found a dominate name of Webster in which there are many of the family buried in the town cemetery.<br />
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I have a photo of this in a rectangular format but can not pull it from my Sepia Saturday posts. This is my Grandmother Mable Zella Wheeler who married Leroy Brown in July of 1913. She became my Grandma Brown. Leroy Brown died in 1937 and a few years later my Grandmother remarried a widower and became Mrs. Oscar Brooks.<br />
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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.<br />
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Other photos from the album gave me images of dresses but not necessarily wedding dresses. The style of dress does make it look to be a newer styled dress with the drapery on the skirt.<br />
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It is definitely not a wedding dress but is at the photo studio with all of there street corner props. Probably this is more of the early 1900s. Things are more complicated with this dress than the original ribbon dress that I started out with at the top photo. The diamond shapes and patterns at the bottom of the double ruffled makes it more complicated in design. In the photo albums I did notice that the studios have lots of combinations of props in which for them to take photos. I have a couple that have a stairway included.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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Living on the farm meant having lots of pets. The cats were continually reproducing and the dog Tippy lived long after I was in college. Tippy was mostly border collie with some other mixture added to his breed. We got the dog in 1954 and he was still around in 1970. I am thinking the ages of the boys, this summer shot, no shirts, is four, seven, thirteen, and twelve. Leaves on the old locust trees in the backyard and the Chinese elms are standing strong as a windbreak for the old house.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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Carnival rides really don't have any bicycle in them and yet there are all those wheels. A classmate of mine in school shared this photo of her family on the ride, going in circles of course. The think that has always fascinated me about this photo is what is in the background on the left. The year this was taken has to be in 1953, judging by the age of the littlest girl whom I still know today. The carnival is set up in a park right next to the train track in Murray, Iowa.
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A first cousin of mine also is proud of his wheels. Unfortunately for him, he drowned within the next year. Keith was an only child and was probably close to being 15 in this photo. He and his friends ran off to swim at the Thayer lake. His parents, my uncle and aunt, did not know he was even gone until they told them of his drowning. This photo is also taken on a main street in Murray, Iowa. I can only guess that this was taken in 1936. The wheels of misfortune that helped to cause his death was said to be bicycles that took out to the lake. I don't think he was allowed to drive this family car.<br />
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Uncle Kenny was a dashing guy as he grew up. He is proud of these wheels. He sits on the running board of a car sitting in the yard of my great grandparents, near Macksburg, Iowa. Those who know anything about American cars can probably date this photo. This guy was born around 1916 and had not gone off yet to be in the army for WW II. I am guessing 1938.<br />
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Southern Iowa farm boys leaning against the Ford not even thinking of their futures. They were leaning against the one set of family wheels. I am the youngest here with my older brother to the left of the photos. Second older brother is the tall one and my brother, three years older, is on the far end. The year is 1956 and we have been on this farm since 1953. The guy on the left is the guy that was sitting on the tractor in the very first picture.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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While fishing for a photo of the past that would fit the theme, I found this one. It is one of my dad's photos taken while he was stationed in Belgium during WW ll. He is not in the photo but it shows two soldiers getting in on the fun, trying to catch a fish, while the local children are all so very entertained with his work or should I say play. The bridge they are on is a makeshift one as you can see the original bridge is collapsed in the foreground.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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While I am on a roll here, these are the parents of the ones above. They are my great grandparents.<br />
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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.<br />
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John D. Rockefeller, Jr. bought some land in Maine. It just happened to be an Island off the Atlantic coast and a small fishing town was next to it. The town was Bar Harbor. His island was great to see with the cliffs along the shores and mountain-like roads through the property. Giving buggy rides was difficult when he wanted to show off the property. He hired European stone builders to come and build him bridges to span some of the crevices of the hills. They lived on the site until the job was done. I don't know the exact number of the bridges but I know of at least three and there probably were more. At first the date visualizes as 1994 in the above photo. But the stone is uneven and it actually says 1924.<br />
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The bridges were designed with decorative additions that made them more that just common bridges. The circular pieces were built at the end of each bridge railing. The ability to get round edges must have been done by experts who liked to carve stone. A photo below shows that a circular column was built below this round decoration.<br />
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A different side view of the bridge shows the circular pillars that were built at each end of the bridges. The landscape of the now Acadia National Park is much the same. The Rockefeller family donated the most of the area. My one son you livers near there says that the family still holds some land with a house in the area. He has met one of them while jogging one morning. </div>
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It has been a long time for me to Sepia Saturday blog. I promise many black and whites to share from years ago. As I moved to a new home, all of the photo boxes are out and ready for me to seek new, old shots for sharing. </div>
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As the worn photo shows in the farm scene there is a thrashing process going on of wheat or oats. The horse power was the use of real horses to haul the grain but a gasoline engine would have run the thrashing machine. The engine would sit a ways away from the thrashing machine and a long wide belt would connect the engine to a flywheel on the thrashing machine.<br />
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My grandfather, Leroy Brown, was the tallest one in the row of men with the writing of dad above his head. He was not a rich man even though he had a wife and three children. I was told that he dug graves for a living and apparently worked as a hired hand during the fall harvest season. It was told that he owned a barber chair and cut hair on weekends for neighbors and relatives. My mom told that no one would pay him for cutting their hair. My grandfather died in 1937 from TB.<br />
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The baton twirlers are working hard to entertain the crowd while the high school band plays a rousing marching band song. It was the era when many girls were needed to decorate the band with batons and also sometime pom poms. As a band marched down the street the majorette would have a couple of rows of girls in uniform marching behind helping to introduce the band members that were following.<br />
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A newer generation of baton twirlers and pom pom girls stand to attention for a group photo found in an old Murray High School yearbook. <br />
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Country school teachers were paid very little to help educate the children of the farming community. A man could be a school teacher but an unmarried woman was usually the norm to hold the job. My mom was a country school teacher having had a special training class taken her senior year of high school. She took over the job of a future sister-in-law who had married and became pregnant. Both conditions were not accepted while being a teacher.<br />
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It is 1958 and this third grade class has finished decorating the little tree. It is a real pine tree and the school has bought them for each grade school classroom in order to decorate for the holiday. The town is Murray, Iowa and it has a school with one class of every age in their building. This group is being lead by Mrs. Thelma Thompson.<br />
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They are all such young faces not knowing much about what their future will bring. Three of the boys will end up in the service, two in the army and one in the navy. Each one had a different destiny as one, Larry Gene, served in Japan, another, Bernard, was in Germany, and the third, Denny, was sent to fight in the Vietnam war. The one who served in Nam ended up with addictions that probably shortened his life. He has been gone now over 20 years. The other two guys are close friends of mine living in the area.<br />
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Gary and Fred are still farmers today living near their homes of their childhood. Anna lives in Florida and was a realtor with her husband. Phyllis married a minister and lived in the southern states most of her life. One other girl who was widowed young in her marriage still lives in the Murray area. My one cousin Carolyn worked and lived most of her life in the neighboring town becoming the business manager for the hospital. My other cousin Jim has lived most of his years now in Arizona being a teacher like me. He and I were the only two teachers in the bunch.<br />
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Wilmer moved away the next year and I have no idea where he is today. His brother married a first cousin of mine and I do keep track of his brother. Ann lives in Osceola. Mary Ann also lived in Osceola and was a hairdresser in her younger years. She later became the manager of the country club of the golf course in town. Mary Ann passed away just a few months ago. Patty in the photo married right out of high school and became a widow ten or so years later. She is remarried and lives elsewhere from the home town. Sandy married early and she is a great grandma now. She lives in the Ankeny area. On girl Barbara became a successful business person climbing to the be vice president of a company. She lives in Colorado and rarely returns to Iowa. She now promotes positive thinking and living seminars in her retired years.<br />
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In the photo is a guy, Larry, with a striped shirt and short sleeves. He is by a girl named Kathie who was a step cousin to him. Their grandparents married and made them seem a little like family. Kathie lives about 25 miles from where Larry lives and they never see each other. I don't understand why Larry's mother let him wear short sleeves shirt to school in the middle of winter.<br />
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The social structures of school seem to be a tradition that isn't as strong as it use to be. Students today move in and out of schools continually. The group in the photo above, 15 of them, graduated together all starting kindergarten together. Because country schools were closing our class had three or four more people added to the class who also graduated with this group.<br />
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I have stayed pretty distant from the past group for most of my years and the last ten years have reunited with a lot of them. It is interesting to return to see people who still carry their original personalities and yet have moved on to live lives so differently. We really don't know each other very well now but I guess the bond of our youth keeps us together. Our 50th anniversary from high school graduation will be in 2018. Some of the core group who still live in the area of the school are getting very excited. Me, not so much.........I hope we are all still around. <br />
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The two guys and my dad are in the backyard of their temporary home in Murray, Iowa. I was having some confusion about the time and ages of everyone here but I had not been born yet. Their squinting from the sun makes it hard to identify them but the one on the left is my brother Ron. He is 17 months older than my brother Rex on the right side. My understanding is that my dad, Jesse, was shipping out for Europe headed to Belgium. He was saying goodbye to his sons and my mom Zella. My mom was living with her mother Grandmother Brown. Dad's mom and dad also lived in the area on the opposite ends of a block.</div>
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My dad had been in the army for a few years but was stationed in Washington, D.C. He was able to be home when Rex was born but returned out east after the visit. I am sure now in this photo he was headed for the train station to again be on the coast to ship out. My oldest brother was a smaller guy than his older brother Rex so they do look to be closer in age. </div>
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Sitting in from of my Grandmothers Brown's house is Ron and Rex. My dad was fighting in the Battle of the Bulge at the time this photo was taken 1944. </div>
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When my dad went into the service, my mom and my two brothers lived there with grandma. My mom was returning to her home to live as she and dad had first lived in a small house right next to the train track. It all is a complicated story and by my simplifying it makes it confusing but when dad returned home the family of four lived here until they found a farm to rent and farm house to call home. </div>
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The oldest brother, Ron, is sitting in back of the box and Rex is in the front. By the time they were in grade school I believe the two guys were the same size. Rex did outgrow my older brother. The photo is probably taken in the same town of Murray. </div>
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This is a photo of my Uncle Kenny standing in front of grandma's house. It was a big four by four styled house and had the corner wrapped around porch on it. Some day I am going to share the life of this house with all the photos of family that were taken outside around this house. Photos have been taken on all four sides of the house. Next door many family photos were also taken as they thought the Morrow's house was nicer looking with its fancy porch.</div>
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Both houses are still standing today but one would not be able to identify them. They were remodeled into totally different styled house. The two story house had the second floor removed and it was made into a ranch house with a cape cod flavor. On the whole block of Fourth St. only three houses are still standing. At the far opposite end of this block my other Grandmother Burgus lived and that house is still standing. The three houses between them have all been removed. </div>
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As the theme was a prompt showing two children who were orphaned by the sinking of the Titanic I expand the idea of what could have happened. My dad went to war and the chances of returning were low. He carried a radio with the scouting party that was searching and spying on enemy territory in front of the lines. He crossed the Remagen bridge when a breakthrough was created on enemy lines. There have been moments of thought that my dad could have instead not survived that time period in the war. Thousands of soldiers died from many countries just in that one very long battle. My brothers would have been still around today. The next two boys Dwight and myself could never have been. </div>
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The garden glass reflection ball can seem to be more like a sculpture when it is black and white. When it is seen in color the viewer would be far more distracted and not really appreciate the reflective shape.<br />
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Christmas baubles too, take on the special shapes of shine and glow. The shape of a sphere, no matter the size, seems to be magical.<br />
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A 1960s ashtray takes on a special look too, but in this case it is suppose to look like a bowling ball. It was my dad's ashtray which was too small for all the smoking that he did. Cigars really put out too much ash for this little guy.<br />
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The earth is illustrated in the old geography country school book. The book came from a country school near a farm where I lived in southern Iowa. My dad purchased a bunch of books from the closed school. The book was printed in the late 40s and I can imagine how fascinated a student in a country school would be when they first opened these pages. I remember my own state of awe when I first saw the book. A globe in the classroom would never have this much detail in color. I expect the artists had to use their imagination to illustrate it as no person had been off the surface of the earth until 20 or more years later. Photos taken of the earth must have been later than that. These two pages are the only color photos in the entire book. <br />
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I shared this painting of mine a few blogs back in the black and white version. I had many requests to see it in color and I do have spheres floating around in the painting. <br />
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Granger, Iowa, USA probably taken in the early 1900s. Most all of the buildings are gone now but a couple of them on the right side still stand. I think they turned them into bars. <br />
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Granger, Iowa is pictured here also with the first shot being being located at the top corner of this photo. If you were to look down the road that travels by the water tower that would be where that shot was taken. The taller building is in the above photo. I would date this photo as around 1950s. The school building is gone now and three different building programs have change that whole area. I taught in that old school building, top floor on the opposite side. That was in 1976 through 1990s. The room had a great view of all the farmland being worked in the area. It was a neat old building that used to be the full k through 12 building for the town. In 1969 Granger and Woodward merged as a school district.<br />
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You are now viewing the east side of Murray, Iowa on mainstret. The buildings are all empty now with no businesses in them. To the left down the street is a remodeled bank which is still open. The left building was a drug store with a soda fountain. I ate many chocolate sundaes on twirly seats. The opening is where the Agan's Barbershop stood. I find it interesting that they chose not to take down the brick part of the building. To the right was the hardware store.<br />
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My first cousin and her husband bought that store and ran it for many years. It then became a movie theater for a number of years, believe it or not. One more building sits to the right of this one that use to be a car repair shop and it was turned into a very successful cafe. On top of that building is an apartment and above that still stand a lookout, built by the town, to watch for Japanese bombers, during WW 2. <br />
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A couple of old buildings in Perry, Iowa. They have both been refurbished and are in use today. The corner building use to be a bank as you can see by the sign's design on the corner. My wife and I displayed art on the top floor of this building about 7 years ago.<br />
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I have saved the best for last. This photo is a building that stood on main street three blocks away from where I live now. It looks like it was just finished in its construction in this photo. I like all the different architectural influences in the design. The banding design comes from Venice. The Roman arch of course come from Rome and there are dentil designs along the top and smaller ones in the middle. They are all designs from overses older classical buildings. <br />
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The Oddfellows, a mens lodge, probably built the building. They met at the top floor. On the main floor was a stage with opera house seats both main floor and with a balcony. It was said in the later years that a cafe was set up in the basement and served sandwiches all day. Of course the people in the United States tear everything down. The roof probably went bad and people who owned the building didn't have the money to replace it. Fire codes of the 1960's probably were probably not being met. It set empty for quite a while. <br />
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I moved to town in 1976. The building was torn down in 1975. What a big mistake for the city and for the history of Iowa. I never saw the building but saw the very rough parking lot that was created after it was gone. I find it difficult to find any info or more photos of the building on the net. I suppose it will take another generation of people from the town to start to send out the photos.<br />
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I am guessing that the year is 1957. My brother Dwight and I received a new train together from Santa Claus. My dad had a windup toy metal donkey. It had a tail that would spin making the donkey shake and move in circles. We were poor and it kind of shows. The old rocker in the foreground recovered with towels. The saggy couch in the back and a line up of old rockers on the right. The linoleum floors reminded me that the marbles rolled east to west when released. The house was an old house with no insulation and it sat on the top of a hill in southern Iowa. When the wind would blow the house would be cold through and through and sometimes frost would form on the wallpaper. <br />
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My dad had hair and it was dark. My mom had the same hair style most of her life. My older brother Dwight is behind my dad, barely showing. I am standing around watching my brother take the photo. A camera was a pretty fancy thing for our family at that time. This must of been the year my oldest brother Ron got a Brownie camera for Christmas. He would have been the one taking the photo, using up those expensive flashbulbs that would be like an explosion in a glass ball. I don't know where the one other brother would be during this time. The wooden shelving thing on the wall full of photos and salt and pepper shakers is in storage in my basement today. I really think this is the only Christmas shot that we ever took my whole life time.<br />
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It isn't ancient history but it has been quite a few years since we attended the Indianola Balloon Festival in Indianola, Iowa. The photo shown here shows the owners of the balloon blowing hot air into the balloon.<br />
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When younger I would see these balloons, usually just one, used to advertise for an event or for a company. It would be easily seen floating above Des Moines, Iowa with a banks name on its side.<br />
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The shaped of a balloon seems to be one of form following function. The patters of color add to the beauty of the shape but the uniform panels of cloth sewn together makes it into a soft sculpture.<br />
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In a balloon race they are to all take off from another location at the same time. They then land onto this location. Sometimes the wind currents takes a balloon hostage and the balloonists have to pass on by as they will miss the place altogether. The people in the basket take it with stride and wave as they float on by knowing that it is not a pure controlled science. I guess there must be an emergency field somewhere down the way, like a hay field that they can land onto.<br />
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At the end of the race the balloons maintain the inflation but stay anchored to the ground. Then in unison they all turn on their burners to cause the balloons to look like glowing candles.<br />
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A painting that I did a few years back. It has a definite balloon problem.<br /></div>
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I don't believe I have any archived photos of people playing musical instruments. My three brothers played wind instruments. This brother played a baritone and my older brother played the french horn. Even though it was a french horn he did march in the Murray High School band. I do think that my older brother Ron did have his photo taken at the same time as this one but I don't seem to have it in any of my boxes of photos.<br />
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My brother Rex shown above would practice his baritone horn in the upstairs bedroom with his window open. The neighbor lady who was a few miles away claimed she could hear him while she was out hanging out her laundry on the clothes line.<br />
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The uniform, which was purple and white, was fancy and each member was required to wear white dress pants. The moms of the members were required to sew a purple cloth band down the side of the pants. With white shoes and a barrel tube hat with a brim, they looked really great. They had ostrich feathers to stick into the top of the hat.<br />
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The practice times of the band when they were marching outside was at the same time as we had recess. Students would line up and follow the band as they marched. I am sure it looked like a good "Spanky and our Gang" type of movie with all those little urchins marching behind the high school band members. I think it funny now that no one bothered to makes us stop doing that. I would think the music instructor would have been out there but I guess the majorette was in charge of the band's practice. No teacher on duty either so it would have made for great chaos.<br />
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The feather top notches are still used today by marching bands. As I do remember now that I do have a photo of both of my sons in band uniforms. Unfortunately they are in photo form as the computer wasn't invented yet for private citizens to use. Maybe I can put that on my lists of things to find when I do have some free time. I see many band hats, as we use to call them, are on sale on the internet. The photo has been swiped or borrowed from the sales site of ebay. <br />
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An old photo of four men who caugth some fish from the river. Times look tough so they will have meat on the table for supper. My grandfather is the one who isn't wearing bib overalls. I don't have any idea of who the other guys are but my grandfathers name was Leroy Martin Brown. The heavy eyebrows were inherited by a couple of generations beyond him. I had a uncle and his son that did look like him on the family tree branch. My cousin Gerald looks like him now as he is older than probably than my grandfather in the photo back then. Leroy died in 1937 from TB and is buried in Moon Cemetery near Macksburg, Iowa.<br />
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These three guys are all giving us that stare except for the young ones on the end. The short guy is my Uncle Donald, my dad Jesse Burgus is the second one from the left. Uncle Ralph, Uncle Carl and then Uncle Cecil ends up the lineup. My dad was born in 1917 and if he looks 12 years old here it would date the photo as 1929. Ten years later he would be dating my mom and getting married and a couple of years later he was on his way to fight in the Battle of the Bulge in Germany. These guys all had a German father and grandfather and a British mother and grandmother.<br />
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One more gaze from the Uncle Weaver Wheeler and his wife Ellen. I could imagine him having a car as he seemed to do well in figuring out how to make money. He and his wife lived away from the rest of the family up in Hardin County, Iowa. <br />
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<br />L. D. http://www.blogger.com/profile/02270923121962761209noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355026355428876717.post-37601654619827524652015-10-09T16:19:00.003-07:002015-10-09T16:20:52.453-07:00300 is Good!!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I started on Week 11. I had to look it up. I really didn't think that I could compete with the big ones who post so well and write so well, but I have hung in there. I have stumbled a long the way and found life to be too busy to post. I have always come back. Not with the gusto that I once had but with the same interest that I had when I first began.<br />
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Family shots were my priority as I tried to organize and identify so many photos of my family's past. The above photo is of my dad, creeping up on my two oldest brothers who are sitting in the yard. As I look at it I am believe they are trying to get the boys to look at the camera and smile. The little girl is a first cousin that I have never met, lost because of a divorce, from family connections. She and the guys are all older than me as I am not born yet in this photo taken probably in 1943.<br />
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The discoveries have been great, As I met blog deadlines I surprisingly found a photo of my grandparents visiting the Pacific ocean. The took a train across the United States to Oregon to visit their grandson. The boy is a year older than me and my grandfather died later in the year. I never met him but Charlie was said to be a friendly old man.<br />
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I found a shot of two great great aunts. They were my great grandmothers sisters. I have only a newspaper copy of a reunion that my mom and others attend 70 plus years ago. The family name was Maxsun.<br />
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My Great Grandmother on my mother's side was <b>Carrie Rosella Maxson Brown Driver</b>. </div>
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The two woman above are two of her sisters and the photo identifies them with their married names. The woman on the left is <b>Ida Robert</b>s and on the right is <b>Cara Brown</b>. To have found this photo and it actually would be my Great great aunts is all amazing to me. </div>
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Two other sisters were <b>Jane Henderson</b> and <b>Ellen Boward</b>.</div>
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There were also two brothers <b>John Maxson</b> and <b>Walter Maxson.</b><br />
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Because of this blog I learned to tell the difference between my Grandpa Leroy Brown and my other Grandpa Charles Burgus. I use to confuse them and would put the wrong name on each. This is my Grandfather Leroy Brown shown left.</div>
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Sometimes my blog seems like a train wreck as I get started telling a story and it just plain derails before I am done. I like that the purpose of the site is to share photos of the past and if one knows the history then you get to tell your story. I am so glad that I can post on the week 300. Thanks for stopping by and check out the others who are posting on the 300th week anniversary. <a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/">Click on Sepia Saturday Posts</a> and see what others are sharing. </div>
L. D. http://www.blogger.com/profile/02270923121962761209noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355026355428876717.post-4748688960306684292015-09-07T20:45:00.003-07:002015-09-07T20:53:36.359-07:00Bridges...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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At the south end of Lake Superior, the deepest clear water lake in the world, sits a harbor. Duluth, Minnesota, where there is a lot of history in the shipping of lumber, iron ore and other products that are shipped all over the world. The entrance to the harbor has a draw bridge that raises up to allow the ships to move through the channel. The harbor has a lot of history with the people thriving on fishing and companies shipping goods.<br />
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A bridge in the same area to all the docks is used the photo of my youngest son and his wife. It was their wedding day and they had been married on Cadilllac Mountain earlier. This was taken a few years ago.<br />
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Among my dad's war photos is this one of Belgium children fishing off of the bridge. The time in history would be around the 1940's and soldiers are waiting to be shipped out to go to the front of the Battle of the Bulge, trying to send the German front troops back into their own country. I don't think my dad is one of these guys but I can't be sure. The one guy has borrowed a pole from the kids to see what he can do. I have had this photo around for a while but never noticed that it originally was a metal bridge and it must have been bomb. A makeshift wooden bridge has been interwoven into the old metal one.<br />
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I searched my archives for bridges and I know I have more. They just didn't show up for me. Others are blogging on Sepia Saturday. You can click <a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/">HERE</a> to go to the main site to find all the other links. <br />
<br />L. D. http://www.blogger.com/profile/02270923121962761209noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355026355428876717.post-20677551254774150812015-08-29T07:58:00.001-07:002015-08-29T08:00:23.360-07:00A message for BCIRISH<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I will post this temporarily for you BCIRISH as you left me no email address. I did not get permission to share this so once you read it will you please let me know so that I can remove it from the net. I hope this will give you some information to help you with your visit to family home town and house. L. D. http://www.blogger.com/profile/02270923121962761209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355026355428876717.post-22038757868846917812015-06-28T15:21:00.002-07:002015-06-28T15:24:35.419-07:00Oldies but Goodies........<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The older looking building in Des Moines, Iowa is the Polk County courthouse. It still stands today and is on the National Registry. The building itself is designed with a combinations of decorations from so many historic buildings from overseas.<br />
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The present courthouse was built in 1906 on the same square as the previous courthouse. It was built for $750,000<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-iowacourts_2-4"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polk_County_Courthouse_%28Iowa%29#cite_note-iowacourts-2"></a></sup> in the Beaux-Arts style. It was designed by the Des Moines architectural firm of Proudfoot and Bird.
The original columns, stairways and walls were constructed in marble.
Murals on the fourth floor were painted by Charles A. Cummings and Edward Simmons. <sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-iowacourts_2-5"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polk_County_Courthouse_%28Iowa%29#cite_note-iowacourts-2"></a></sup><br />
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This is full view of the back of the building as I took the shot from a parking lot on Saturday. I am always amazed at the mixture of all of the architectural details of so many buildings found in Venice, Athens, Rome and the country of Greece. Notice the sharp contrast of a modern building to the left that declares no decoration other than line and value. <br />
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A quick look of the reality of the shot is shown here in color. I am glad that the building is protected and the people will just build a newer building elsewhere. <br />
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Just for fun I want to share this one other older building in downtown Des Moines. It has had some form of a bar on the main floor for many years. I saw it still standing while downtown on Saturday and I had to get a shot of it. I had thought the building had been torn down. By the signs in the windows I think that it is still a bar. <br />
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One final photo, just for fun, is of this modern building that sits to the left of the courthouse. It is an interesting modern building with one decoration that has become famous. The front of the building has the typical modern design for an accent to its look. It is said the architect did not know that when it is lighted at night that the shape of a Seagram's Whiskey bottle would be in view. The building could not light some of the windows to prevent the bottle from showing up but now it has become its trademark even though it is not a Seagram's building.<br />
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Following the theme today, sort of, I wanted to share the only few personal shots that I have with bicycles in them. The above one was dumped at my garbage bin a few years ago and it remains as a decoration in my yard. I have ridden the bike and I definitely need to start riding it again.<br />
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As a decoration it now has a new wheel added to keep it company. It is an old farm wheel from a cart that I brought home last fall.<br />
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Here again is the scene that was taken in the fall before the snow started to fall. Our town has a bike trail that extends out of our town and goes east over an old train bridge. The bridge in 13 stories tall and is now a major attraction for Iowa as people can take the trail for miles after crossing it. Our town people are putting bikes out in their yards for decoration to help promote the High Trestle Trail Bridge. I have lived here long enough to remember the sounds of the train at night loading grain. The rails were removed 10 years or more as all grain is now trucked elsewhere for shipping. The bike leans against my river birch tree even though I should move it closer to the road to make it visible for visitors in town. <br />
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This is a photo of myself and my older brother Dwight. It is 1956 in Southern Iowa on our family farm. The photo was taken in the fall with our old farm house in the background. I was 6 years old and in the 1st grade by this time and my brother would have been 9 and in 4th grade. I couldn't get on that bike as I was too small. We both are wearing hand me down clothes as we have two older brothers. I was wearing Dwight's old clothes in this photo.<br />
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Memories brought back from the picture included the two locust trees with large thorns. You had to be careful to not walk under them without shoes. The concrete structure is a cistern that my dad would fill with water from a farm pond. The pond is south and water was pumped by a gasoline engine a long ways to be poured in to the holding tank. The water was used for washing clothes and running the bathroom water. Drinking water came from a well with me carrying the buckets of water to the house twice a day. I did that chore with glee but never understanding why the older brother never had a single chore. I guess I was too complying and should have rebelled a little. <br />
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Another memory was the wind break that was planted to help stop the northern winds from blowing at the house. It really should have been made with evergreen trees as the stems and twigs of those kind of trees didn't block much wind. The house actually sat on the top of a steep hill and it was a very cold house. My room with my my older brother was the top window in the house. It was the north west corner, the coldest room in the house in the winter. The house had no insulation it was never warm inside in the winter. The house was torn down by family members in 1959 and a new ranch house replaced it. It was a very warm house inside during the winter. <br />
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To follow with the theme of the last phot is the shot of me and my brothers when I was a couple of years younger. We are sharing our pets to the world with the dog Tippie and two of the cats of the many that we had on the farm. From left to right is Rex Burgus, born in 1943, Ron Burgus born in 1941, Dwight Burgus born in 1947, d. 2008, and myself born in 1950. The oldest brother who is smaller, has lived most of his life in Mesa. Arizona. The taller brother Rex has lived most of his life in California, near the Disneyland area. Me of course stuck in Iowa all of my life. I do live in the north central part of Iowa and not down in the south anymore. <br />
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My Grandfather Charles Thomas Burgus with his bride Grace Elizabeth Turner Burgus. I originally was going to share this on Valentine's day but things got too distracting so I just have saved it for now. The last photo I share today is the one that inspired the whole posting. I don't have a date for this marriage. I am searching cousin's things and found out the first grandchild was born in 1928. So this photo has to be around the early 1900's,<br />
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The first four of ten children that were born are shown here with Cecil, Carl, Ruby and Mary Burgus. This photo is a new one that I had never seen before now. It was shared by my first cousin. She is one of the older of my first cousins who has photos of my grandparents in their younger days. Her mother, my aunt Ruby, is the little girl standing by her dad.</div>
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Fast forward with the then 10 children. I am guessing the date here to be 1937 or later. I don't know but my dad, front left, would have been 20 years old being born in 1917. It was said that Grandma Burgus had scarlet fever as an adult and her hair fell out from it. Her hair came back in as pure white.</div>
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Charlie and Grace ready to go to a family picnic at the Murray Park where all ten children with spouses and many grandchildren attended.</div>
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Here is a new photo for me to see from my cousin's sharing of it. Charlie and Grace take a trip from the central United States, Murray, Iowa in 1948. They took a train all the way to the west coast to Washington State, to visit their youngest son Donald and his wife Eileen. They are holding their grandson Gary. He was born in 1948. <br />
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Concerns were made from their grown up children as they were too elderly to make the trip. The very next year in 1949 Charlie did die. It looks like the trip was a lot of fun for them. Charlie had heard stories from his grandfather about crossing the ocean from Germany and he wanted to see that ocean. Being from the younger end of the family I never met my grandfather. I did know my grandmother but she had reached an age where she didn't communicate with her grandchildren. She lived another 20 years or more beyond her husband's death. <br />
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Join me in visiting the other blogs on Sepia Saturday who are share photos from the past and stories from the past. <a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/"> Click here to find the listing on the original Sepia Saturday site. </a><br />
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