When my Grandma Alley died, I got tubs full of negatives. The train is one I had printed. No idea where it's taken, or what train it was - let alone what year.
Here I am sitting on Daddy's 50 Studebaker. I don't ever remember riding in it, although it was always in the family until my Uncle's auction last month. (Mom said Dad didn't want me to get it dirty!)He bought it from my Dad right before he died. It had less than 50,000 miles on it, and sold for $4,400. Love this photo - look at my skirt! What colors do you think it was? Hmmm..... Mom, can you clarify that?
Here I am swinging, and over my shoulder is our home. Yes, it was our home. We lived there til I was 5, I believe. Mom, Dad, Me, and baby sister, Susan.
I'm on the left - with the cowboy boots. The story is, if I couldn't wear my boots - I wouldn't go! Kinda funny, because I have a grand daughter who LOVES her new cowboy boots!
This photo shows my Uncle Harold (who recently passed), my Mom and Dad. My uncle owned the gas station, and my Dad worked for him ALL HIS LIFE, 60-80 hours a day and FAR from minimum wage, no benefits, but it was a job. What would happen today if we had to do that?
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