Wistful Wednesday: 1951

On November 22, 1951 my Maternal Grandmother gave birth to twins, a boy and  a girl.

They are two months and two days younger than me so they never seemed like an Aunt and Uncle.  I didn’t get along with my Aunt..she was terribly spoiled and a brat.  I was great friends with my Uncle and still am.

My Aunt Karen would do something bad and blame it on me and my Uncle Kenny.  We would be punished..unfairly and plot our revenge. Yes, I was an evil child..well maybe not evil but there is that old saying and eye for an eye..My Mother would remind me to “Turn the other cheek” which to me seemed impossible and quite stupid…why would I want to do that?

We were all raised together in the same house for that first winter of our lives in 1952.   My Dad was in Korea and my Mother lived with her parents until he came back in the spring.   It must have been like having triplets.   Can you imagine the diapers? 

I would see my Aunt and Uncle at least once a week throughout my growing up years, usually on Sunday as that was the day that we went to Grandma and Grandpa’s house..after church..for dinner. ..every Sunday:)

Wistful Wednesday : Korea 1951

My Dad was in Korea when I was born.  There are no old photographs of me and my first Christmas in 1951..I was just three months old.

However there is a photograph of my Dad.

  In this photograph you can read the sign it says:

Season Greetings

To Co.”B” 5th R.C.T.

Yuletide Greeting From

Korea

Land of Lice and Diarrhea

From Murkey Shores We Half

Mastered

Merry Xmas You Luckey Bastard

 

So where ever you are this Christmas..remember those brave soldiers in prayer that won’t be able to spend Christmas with their families this year.  I have a special soldier to greet.  “Merry Christmas Ben!”  

A sunbeam to warm you,
A moonbeam to charm you,
A sheltering angel, so nothing can harm you.
~Irish Blessing

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Bum Thumb Update: It has been a fairly miserable night, the pain seems to be less as time goes on. I guess I will live to see another day:) 

Wistful Wednesday: June 1951

This is my Mom, the photo was taken in her parents yard.   She was 21 years old.  This was taken in late June, she was six months pregnant with me..I arrived three months after this photo was taken.  It must have been a difficult time for her, my Father was off fighting a war in Korea and would not be home for another nine months and she was living with her parents.  She was supposed to be living with my fathers parents, where all the children were raised, and grandchildren were being enjoyed.  Instead, she was with her parents, especially her Mother who at the age of forty was about to give birth to her eleventh and twelfth children, my younger than me twin Uncle and Aunt.  The fall of 1951, with three babies in the house must have been a real experience..only one that a mother could love:)

Wistful Wednesday : 1951

This is a photo of Far Guy's big sister Jan. She had a birthday last week, she got older. This photo was taken in 1951 when she was six years old.

Far Guy's sister is a retired teacher and lives far far away in southern Indiana with her husband of 41 years, and a dog named Ernie ..he is a Silky Terrier. They have one daughter who is unmarried..so they are not grandparents yet.

She is a pretty good sister, she only dropped Far Guy on his head once when he was little. She is a good sister in law even though sometimes I irritate her with my blog...not with this one though, I never actually mentioned how old she is. She is a good aunt, and our children were both spoiled rotten by her. When they were little she would visit and read to them for hours.

I chose this photo, because I think it is really cute. I wondered about her blouse and the skirt with shoulder straps, were they "store bought" or "homemade" Far Guys Mom was a very accomplished seamstress. The fancy collar on the blouse could have been made by her maternal Grandmother, or it may have been purchased and attached to the blouse. I believe the buttons and their placement say "homemade." The wool skirt with straps, was very typical of the early 1950's and very fashionable back then. A proper slip was a necessity as wool would make you very itchy:)