Journeying Through Time

My kitchen table is littered with photographs - the old black and white variety. I am sorting and scanning the photos to preserve the images, images of a time long past.

Sometimes I wonder why I am doing this because few people in my own family even know the faces in the photos, but then I know that I must do this for that very reason. I don't even know some of the individuals in the photos.

My mother rarely wrote on the back of the pictures, but some have "Me" scrawled on the front/back. Yes, even the "young man" leaning on the car, pictured above, is my mother, confirmed by my uncle before he died. He said my mom often dressed like that while working on the farm.

While going through the old photographs, I fell in love with my mom and dad all over again. I gained even more respect for them.

As near as I can tell, these two photos were taken when they were dating since they are taken the same place. They must have taken turns with the Kodak Brownie camera, which is celebrating its 108th birthday this year.

My parents grew up in South Dakota. They met at a "Box Social." Mom loved to talk about how the girls prepared a meal for the box, secretly decorated the box, and then their beaus bid on the boxes.

She said that the guys always knew which boxes to buy. Hmmm, do I sense a conspiracy here?

A couple of years after they married, my parents moved to the Wind River valley in Wyoming and its promise of irrigation. The Provo area had strictly dryland farming, and times were tough, economically. When I look at the photos of their early years in Wyoming, I wonder what on earth they were thinking. I marvel at the courage it must have taken for them to stay here and build a life together. The irrigation system was just being built, but the dream appealed to my dad. They stayed and eventually prospered.

This was their first home on their new farm. I wonder how many times my mother wept for the home they left behind. My father's dream must have been infectious because I cannot imagine the courage it must have taken to move here with no trees, no roads, no close neighbors.

Of course, by the time I was born, nearly 18 years later, things had changed considerably. The farm they scrimped and saved to buy and to improve is no longer in the family. Today, I cannot bear to even drive by the farm to see how it has changed.

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  1. What a beautiful way of saving the photo's and sharing them with us, thanks. Oh the memories in the days past. So glad you have a scanner.

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  2. I love looking at old photos, whether of my own family, or those of others. Sadly, most of our old photos like that burned with my mom and dad's house in 1990.

    Fortunately, some were still with my Nanny and survived. Nancy, the pictures of your mom and dad outside in their dress clothes looks amazingly similar to pictures taken of my mom's parents, also taken outside, wearing very similar styled clothes. My grandparents pics were taken on their wedding day. I wish I had a way of scanning it to show you the similarity!

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  3. I, too, love old pictures. What a lovely story of your parents. Thanks for sharing it and the pictures.

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  4. Nancy, I absolutely LOVE reading your blog! Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts, loves, ideas...You are such an inspiration. Thank you.
    Annette

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  5. Isn't it amazing how they kept their sanity in such desolation. When the wind blows here, I understand how people lost theirs during the dust bowl days.

    It's hard to see change in the things that gave us such great childhood memories.

    I keep thinking that I should move in to town and downsize, but I can't bear to think of leaving the house where my family had so many memories.

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  6. How interesting! Thanks for sharing your family story and pictures. I think your parents must have had a spirit of adventure in them to strike out like that. I notice your mom looks like she's wearing your dad's cap--cute.

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  7. You are so fortunate to have these photos. What great memories.

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  8. I had to come back here from today's post. I too marvel at the generation who went before, how they took the pain and hardships in stride. I can imagine very few in the next generation who would be willing to do that, to work hard for a goal that you know is a long way off. Many young married couples today want everything NOW that their parents worked years to acquire and that their grandparents probably never had. This was such an interesting post. I admire them.

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