Old pictures, inspired by Dave Elliot

Hello again, Sisters.

Cousin Dave posted pictures of Grandpa Moses on Facebook, and I thought I'd share the picture I have.  It hung on the wall in the Minneapolis house until I asked Mom if I could have it.  

Grandpa in dugout

It is rather dark.  I'm thinking of getting it cleaned - maybe that would help.  I wonder if it was taken when he lived on the Menominee Indian Reservation?  That would make it around 1910 when he was 22.

The other picture of Grandpa I have is one that I think everyone has seen, but maybe not:

 

 Was this taken for the 50th wedding anniversary?  I remember that, in the family room at Aunt Jo's.  Grandma wore that silk dress, creamy and purple and blue with pleats.

Here are the pictures that Dave posted (I hope you don't mind that I lifted them, Dave - you are welcome to grab the ones I have here):

Dave says Grandpa would be 14 here.

And this one is 10 years later.

Let's end with pictures that came in a set - Mom says these are by a photographer that lived in the hotel in Alma with the family. He took the photographs in lieu of rent.  Mom has a long frame with all four pictures in it.  I scanned them back in 2006, I think, when I scanned every old picture in the house that I could find.

Gert

Jo

Mug AKA Mom

Bud

Mug to Maggie - no, not that kind of mug

Hi Nancy. I have been having a *%&#& difficult time blogging lately. I've spent hours meticulously adding pictures, etc, only to have something go haywire and mess up the whole thing. Suffice it to say that I'm an amateur, and I can't create what I can visualize - yet! At any rate, I"ve decided to go minimalist, and just put in pictures with text below, as the damn things won't allow I'm unable to put text alongside. Obviously, I do not get it. Woe is me.

Anyway, what I've been trying to post is pictures of Mom in her three nickname stages, namely (and I'm not trying to make a pun, ol' bear, sometimes it just works out that way) "Mug," "Red," and "Maggie."


Mom as "Mug"

Mom was telling me, when I was there over Thanksgiving, that
Maggie wasn't her nickname until Dad started calling her that. I hadn't known that. Of course, she was Mug as a child, 'cos Uncle Bud couldn't say Margaret.


Mom as "Red"

When she went into the WACS in WWII, she was known as "Red"
due, of course, to her red hair. Nice do, Mom. I've got a picture of myself in the '80s that kinda reminds me of this. This picture is annotated at the top that she is getting ready to "ship out." I assume from India to home.

Mom as "Maggie"

Then there's Mom as Maggie, and this is what I didn't know. She had an Aunt Maggie, a spinster aunt that used to show up and stay with the family for a few months before moving on to another relative. I really don't know where this aunt is on the family tree. At any rate, Mom and her siblings didn't like it when this aunt came to stay because she was fussy and they probably had to be on their best (or better) behavior when she was visiting. The name Maggie became negatively associated with this aunt.
Of course, after Mom told Dad this story, he used it to tease her and call her "Maggie" as if she were a crabby old aunt and somehow the name stuck.

Well, that's a long story with not much to it, but it was interesting to hear something new. I hope to get back there soon and find out some more stuff about Mom and Dad, although they seem to be a lot funnier in telling the stories when they know nothing is recording it. Ah well. Maybe I'll take some pictures of knitting pretty soon. I'm just glad to be getting back into the swing of blogging. How is packing going? When will you be back at the farm? love, md