A Hobby Gone Wild – Part 2

In my long-term frenzy of scanning family photos, I have come across some images that soften my heart, some that bring laughter, and some that make me scratch my head.  I hope you will enjoy looking at these as much as I enjoy sharing what are priceless relics to me.    I’ll be starting with my Dad’s family.

This is my paternal Grandma and Grandpa on a picnic.

Here is their wedding picture.

My Dad’s Dad died when I was just two years old, so I never really knew him.  Here he is as a boy with his twin brother.

And here he is with one of his sons, my father.

Here is my Dad with his sister.  Could they get any cuter?

This is my Great Uncle Al with his truck.  A few years before I took this picture, I visited him on my own and rode in that truck traveling at 25 mph on the highway.   That seemed to be its maximum speed in  spite of the zooming traffic behind and around us.  It was a nail-biting experience.

This is my paternal Grandma and her mother, always affectionately referred to by all of her ten children as “Ma”.

This is my Great-grandmother Ida (Ma), after an impressive Wisconsin snowfall.  I never met her, but did often meet the outhouse that the shoveled path leads to.

Here is Ida in her farming elements of animals and crops.

I can’t identify the men in this photo, but I’m pretty sure I can identify what the machine is in front of them.  Can you?

Never saw watermelon cut this way before (lengthwise).  Perhaps one must wear a funny hat while eating it this way….?

The writing on this picture says “Bessie and Ruth”.  You guess – costume party or cross-dressing?

Looking forward to sharing more in my next post.