Ah, that is a sad look. It makes one wonder what was going on in the moments before the pic was snapped. It's so sad to see such a look on a child's face.
Oh Marly. How very heartbreaking were their lives. I often think of the hardships our parents and grandparents faced. And yet even today we are dealing with those of our time. Sending prayers for healing and ease of pain to you and Carol.
Nothing ragmuffin about those two...look how carefully and neatly they have been attired...Who knows what brought sadness to that little one's eye.... Perhaps it was something she forgot about once the camera was clicked....hope so. What darling children. Continued prayers.
Have you any context for this photo you can share with us Marly??? Yes, your mother's eyes looks so very woebegone...but as Heritage Hall said, there is nothing bespeaking poverty or hard times given their dapper dress. I have so very very few photos of my mom young.....only one that I can rightly recall. ~Robin~
Your mom was a little cutie. Things were different back then, they didn't have it as easy as we do now. And yet we still complain. So sorry to hear that Carole's leg has to be amputated. As hard as that definitely is, maybe it's for the best. It didn't seem like it was able to be saved and with the leg gone they can concentrate on getting her better and not the excruciating pain from that leg. Still praying for you all.
Still a lovely picture and perhaps she was a little anxious about that they toke a picture of them. We are used to it,but in that time they toke rarely a picture. Sending love, hugs and prayers to you all,Truus from Holland
Pictures are such special reminders of our loved ones and help to tell us stories of our past. Such a treasure to have even when they bring a tear to our eyes. I hope you soon come across a picture taken when mom was happy!!! Hope your weekend has happiness and calm
I’m wondering if it is a First Day of School picture? Some of the saddest eyes I have ever seen. I don’t have a single picture of my mom as a girl. They were very poor. She would tell us she never called them “The good old days”. That snow would sift down on their bed from the roof. That they had to collect leaves for the few cows’ bedding because they had no straw. That she ate lard sandwiches. There was nothing “elitist” about this white family.
Somewhere there's a picture of me, 50 years ago when I was 5 years old, dressed in a gauzy little sky blue dress with hand-embroidered rosebuds, and *real* patent leather shoes (oh how I loved those shiny shoes!), with a little beribboned wreath of flowers on my head (I felt so magical)... and looking absolutely miserable. I was the flower girl in my aunt's summer-time outdoor wedding, and just before I was to start down the grassy aisle, strewing flower petals from my little basket, my brother snatched the basket away from me and dumped the petals into the nearby fountain and my father (brother to the bride and one of the groomsmen) became enraged that I had "ruined" the wedding procession and knocked me down. I have to wonder what future generations would think of this sad little girl standing amongst smiling people gathered in a beautiful green park on what is obviously a happy, sunny day.
IIRC photo taking was a serious occasion, even after they solved the long film exposure time issue. Or maybe she just hated having her photo taken, as I do. I don't know when it became standard orders to hound everyone into smiling for the camera.
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Ah, that is a sad look. It makes one wonder what was going on in the moments before the pic was snapped. It's so sad to see such a look on a child's face.
Oh Marly. How very heartbreaking were their lives. I often think of the hardships our parents and grandparents faced. And yet even today we are dealing with those of our time. Sending prayers for healing and ease of pain to you and Carol.
Nothing ragmuffin about those two...look how carefully and neatly
they have been attired...Who knows what brought sadness to that little
one's eye.... Perhaps it was something she forgot about once the
camera was clicked....hope so. What darling children. Continued
prayers.
Have you any context for this photo you can share with us Marly??? Yes, your mother's eyes looks so very woebegone...but as Heritage Hall said, there is nothing bespeaking poverty or hard times given their dapper dress. I have so very very few photos of my mom young.....only one that I can rightly recall. ~Robin~
Your mom was a little cutie. Things were different back then, they didn't have it as easy as we do now. And yet we still complain. So sorry to hear that Carole's leg has to be amputated. As hard as that definitely is, maybe it's for the best. It didn't seem like it was able to be saved and with the leg gone they can concentrate on getting her better and not the excruciating pain from that leg. Still praying for you all.
Still a lovely picture and perhaps she was a little anxious about that they toke a picture of them. We are used to it,but in that time they toke rarely a picture.
Sending love, hugs and prayers to you all,Truus from Holland
Pictures are such special reminders of our loved ones and help to tell us stories of our past. Such a treasure to have even when they bring a tear to our eyes. I hope you soon come across a picture taken when mom was happy!!!
Hope your weekend has happiness and calm
I’m wondering if it is a First Day of School picture? Some of the saddest eyes I have ever seen. I don’t have a single picture of my mom as a girl. They were very poor. She would tell us she never called them “The good old days”. That snow would sift down on their bed from the roof. That they had to collect leaves for the few cows’ bedding because they had no straw. That she ate lard sandwiches. There was nothing “elitist” about this white family.
Oh I love seeing old family pictures! Even though she looks unhappy, this picture is a treasure for sure.
Yes she looks sad, but how wonderful that you have that photo.
Somewhere there's a picture of me, 50 years ago when I was 5 years old, dressed in a gauzy little sky blue dress with hand-embroidered rosebuds, and *real* patent leather shoes (oh how I loved those shiny shoes!), with a little beribboned wreath of flowers on my head (I felt so magical)... and looking absolutely miserable. I was the flower girl in my aunt's summer-time outdoor wedding, and just before I was to start down the grassy aisle, strewing flower petals from my little basket, my brother snatched the basket away from me and dumped the petals into the nearby fountain and my father (brother to the bride and one of the groomsmen) became enraged that I had "ruined" the wedding procession and knocked me down.
I have to wonder what future generations would think of this sad little girl standing amongst smiling people gathered in a beautiful green park on what is obviously a happy, sunny day.
Marly: A sad face but a very beautiful face, they are both adorable.
Catherine
IIRC photo taking was a serious occasion, even after they solved the long film exposure time issue. Or maybe she just hated having her photo taken, as I do. I don't know when it became standard orders to hound everyone into smiling for the camera.
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