Friday, October 16, 2009

Visitor Appreciation Week

OK, we are wrapping up visitor appreciaton week with these pictures. If you want to do this again sometime, you need to send more pictures. We got some good ones this week, and if I can get another batch of good ones, we can try it again. Picture above is George H.'s aunt and uncle in Sevilla, Spain.

Picture above is from Dean E. and shoes his grandfather holding horses in Iowa in 1933.

Debbie A. sent the picture above of her grandparents.

Above, Smartgirl's Mom.

And finally Maruis B.'s Mother and Grandfather in Romania.
Please feel free to provide more details on the pictures . . . I wanted to get them up today, but was a little rushed this morning.


  1. Thank you for posting these pictures. I really enjoy reading you site every day.

    This is a picture of my grandparents taken in front of my grandfather's father's home. My great-grandparents bought the land from the original homesteaders who received it from the Railroad Act. There was still a log cabin on the place when the moved there and lived in it for a while as they built the home in the picture. My grandparents lived in Lometa, Texas from 1908 until their deaths in the 1970s.

    It’s been cropped. Other people were in it. You can tell by the leg and part of a picture frame on the left. The leg belongs to my great grandfather JA, short for John Allen and a family name.

    The little girl with the bowl haircut,was my Aunt Glenna May. Next to them is Nollie, my grandmother and she is holding her second daughter, Day Alva. She made all of the dresses for her daughters as well as the one she is wearing. Next to her is my grandfather Enoch.

    This was taken in 1913 they had been married five years and in their mid-twenties. The would go on to raise two sons and seven daughters through WWI and the Great Depression. All nine of them received a college education.

    What catches my eye the most though is the reflection of the photographer in the window behind them.

  2. PJM:

    Thank you for posting this photo of my mother, Eleanor I. Fazzi, from Providence, Rhode Island.

    This picture was taken just as she was about to christen the submarine USS PLAICE (Hull No. SS 390) at the U.S. Naval Yard in Portsmouth New Hampshire on November 15, 1943, during the height of World War II. She was 24 years old at the time. It was (and still is) very unusual for an ordinary civilian to be chosen to sponsor a U.S. naval vessel - most sponsors are wives of elected officials or high ranking military officers.

    However, Eleanor was selected for this honor because her older brother, Victor A. Fazzi, USNR, Fireman Second Class, was killed in action on the USS Yorktown in the Battle of the Coral Sea in May, 1942. Victor was my grandmother’s oldest (and favorite) son. He had enlisted in the Navy over his mother’s protests well before the US entered the war, and she was terrified that something might happen to him. When he died, it was just too much for her - she passed away within two weeks of receiving the telegram informing the family of his death. So, my mother lost her brother and her mother within a month.

    At that time, one of Rhode Island’s senators in Washington was Theodore Francis Green, a former Governor. One of my grandfather’s business associates knew the Senator and asked him to arrange for Eleanor to christen the vessel as a gesture of condolence for the family. So that’s how she was chosen.

    Many years later (during President Nixon’s administration), another former Rhode Island Governor (John H. Chaffee), was appointed Secretary of the Navy. My dad wrote to him and asked him what had happened to my mother’s ship, and he researched it for us.

    It turned out that after being decommissioned, the USS PLAICE had been donated to the Brazil. The Department of the Navy contacted the Brazilian government; and coincidentally, the ship was just being taken out of service for the final time. Both naval departments arranged for a memento of the ship to be sent back to her original sponsor - and my mother received the ship’s original barometer, which still hangs on the wall of my parents house today. We also have the champagne bottle you see in the photo - even though it’s broken it’s still wrapped in the red, white and blue ribbons, which hold it together.

    If anyone would like to see a photo of my mother actually breaking the bottle on the bow of the ship, PJM posted it on this blog about a year ago. It’s also on Wikipedia.

    Sadly, my mother, Eleanor, just passed away in April of this year, after a long battle with Alzheimers and other illnesses.

    She died two weeks after her 90th birthday. My father, sister, and I managed to keep her at home until almost the very end.

  3. It's interesting to see such a
    varied group of photos, all
    together, of people who comment
    on OPOD.
    Sometimes, a glimpse of them
    through the past.

  4. I love the costume on George H's aunt in Spain!!

    I wonder what year that photo was taken in.

  5. Those work horses are beautiful and long since gone. It seems like yesterday that I saw horses just like this working in the fields.

  6. I have a strong feeling Smart Girl's mom was a brown eyed redhead. Pretty lady.

  7. Anon:

    Thank you for the compliment. Eleanor was beautiful, right up until the day she passed away.

    She had brown eyes and very dark brown hair that was poker straight - she got perms all her life. I was always jealous of her straight hair.

  8. Sorry for the delay, busy yesterday helping my lady with the painting of some jewelry.

    So, the last picture comes from the very North of Romania, close to the Russian border (those times. now it is Ukraine). Taken, if my math is correct, around mid 30s. Mr. PJM somehow wrongly suggested that the young lady is my mother. She is not. She is my father's father. And the hansom gentleman close to her is her father.

    I like the umbrella in the photo. When we first saw it, me and my wife, we felt like seeing a laptop scratched on a cave wall close to some mammoths drawings. It is strange because Romania was a profunly rural country those times and my familly lived in a very small village without too many connections to the city life. The umbrella, see the satisfaction on my grandma's face (by the way, we call her "maica", for those wondering how mothers and grandmothers are called around the world), was a kind of a status symbol, an emblem and not something to save you from a rain shower.

  9. Smartgirl, in answer to your question as to the year it was taken: probably about 1947 or so. As for my aunts dress, it is an actual dress rather than a costume. Spanish women in those days would wear that type of clothing to dress up. In particular, when they were going to dance they would wear the style. My mother was a dancer and singer in Spain, and she wore similar dresses to dance flamenco. She was quite good, and becoming famous when my father met her and they were later married in Morocco where he was working. He was from Utah, and working in Morocco as payroll master for Morrison Knudson construction company.

  10. George:

    the dress is beautiful.


    i've always wanted to visit russia.

  11. SmartGirl: Well... good luck with this project. I've never been there and I have no intention to do it. It is too strange a country for me. But... you never know :)


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