Showing posts with label Uncle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Uncle. Show all posts

Friday, September 28, 2007

War Time

Journaling Reads:
War time separated my Grandma from her youngest, my Uncle Bill.
He enlisted before he was of legal age, skirting through the system because we were in such urgent need of prepared young men ready to go if we went to War.
How hard it must have been to see her youngest enlist and be gone. Grandma is so very young here, as is Uncle Bill. Grandma had saved these war ration books, some still intact with stamps.
My children and grandchildren have no idea what they were for. Hopefully they never will and I can only wish that some day they
and those that come after will not have to suffer the pain and anxiety of having their youngest go off to war.


I used a new kit by Michelle Shefveland at Cottage Arts - Scrap.Edges Brushes & Overlays 6. For the background I used this wonderful paper, also from Michelle at Cottage Arts, called Naturals 4 Paper Pak
The war coupon books were ones Grandma had stuck back in amongst her photos.

Sunday, February 25, 2007


This picture just stuns me when I look at it. I loved my Grandma so much when I was a child. But she was 'old' lol, she must have been all of mid-sixties when I remember her the most. Old, seem's pretty young to me today!!!.

I love seeing my Dad here, he's the oldest on the right, and my Aunty Florence, wow she was beautiful even as a child, and of course Uncle Bill, my loveable Uncle Willy, I wonder if that little mind was already wondering how to be a stinker at such an early age?????

The journaling here reads:
I love this picture of my Grandma.
Here she is with my Dad, George,
my Aunty Florence and my Uncle Bill.
The back of the picture said Daddy was 4 years 8 months old, Aunty Flo 2 years, 8 months and Uncle Bill 1 year 2 months
I’m so glad she had written their ages so I could pinpoint the time.
This would have been taken in or around Los Angles California.
So many generations I see in these faces, brothers, nephews, neices, grandchildren of my own.

As I have said before and I'll say it again. Please write something about the pictures you take when you take them. Grandma, bless her heart, wrote the ages of these three on the back of this photo. It helped me pinpoint the time and place down to the month and year. So helpful. Years from now all these digital photos we snap so readily will be a quandry to the generations that follow us if we don't journal something about the why's and where's and who's of the picture. When my great-great- grandchildren look through my pictures I hope I learn enough to have left them some inkling of who it is and how they relate to them in my heritage to them.

Pictures are definetly worth a thousand words, and if we take just a little bit of time to add our own to them they will be worth a million!