Many many years ago, I’d taken my MIL to see the movie ‘Coal Miners Daughter’ about Loretta Lynn. Seeing the poverty in the beginning of the movie, she started to cry, because they’d grown up like that. She recalls catalog pages covering the walls of a room to decorate it.
After 17 years of marriage the boys dad and I separated but never formally divorced. No lawyers got rich from our separation :) He died on April 4 and I brought home a huge cardboard box of photos….I’ve been sorting them and digitally reproducing some for his family prior to us deciding what to keep and what to pass on.
I thought I’d share a few with you.
Back in the day people had large families. This particular family was combined because according to custom when a brother died, the next in line brought the widow and children over from Italy to live with his own family. I can’t fathom the laundry and cooking that went on! The original photo is from 1929:
Some of those girls grew up and posed with their babies :
Some of the boys went off to be soldiers…
Other ones married sweet lovely women like this one and joined with a few other brothers to establish a family business…
Many many years later, whether the family members were rich from that family business, or had just made their way into the middle class, or whatever their monetary status was, they all still got together on a regular basis.
At first their Christmas get-togethers were in the finished basement of one of the children who had a large home. Later as the family grew a local hall had to be rented out. Easter egg hunts were held at a common property…an old log cabin with a lake across from it. I was married there :)
But what I loved the most were the get-togethers when homemade pizza was made. An assembly line was created then the pizzas went into an outdoor oven. Everything from the dough to the sauce was homemade. Experts like my MIL and her sisters were in charge of that….young marrieds like me were in charge of assembling, carrying and doing the dishes :) The uncles were in charge of the oven and the baking.
That is me and the boys dad in the lower left photo and Scott, my middle son chowing down in the striped shirt in the group photo :)
Meanwhile speaking of that middle son, he was very cute as a little boy and digging through all of these photos and momentos covering a century, I see that my MIL kept a card that I’d made for her when he was little :)
And here I was with my oldest prior to the other two being born. WOW I was like a size 5, lol ! :)
If you like old photos I have a Family Tree Research category on the right …my family delved into our family tree and I have lots of old photos in those posts. Like my grandparents here with my mom and uncle :
And if not, that is fine / wishing you a wonderful week :)
I have not sewn much or accomplished much this last month in the way of normal things in my life. His death, the youngest moving in with his dog, being executor and weaving my way through that mess…every call to a bank or utility involves a long battle with a robot to get through to a human…well, it has just been something :) I hope to find a balance or ‘back-to-normal’ mode soon.