Some of the most cherished memories are held in the photo albums we have. I really only have them from about five generations back, but they hold witness to the constant change and flux of passing time.
One of my favorite photographs comes from an album given to me by my Aunt. It held a picture of my maternal grandfather as a high school baseball player. He poses in his uniform in front of the farm house he lived in. The photo contains so much unsaid information about a time in the 1920's, that I find new meaning every time I look at it. It means much to me as a historical and loved artifact. That I removed it from the album and framed it for my home office is a testament to those sentiments.
The uniform is strikingly similar to uniforms of today, but when is the last time a photo was taken of a lanky teen that showed no attitude? When is the last time you saw lightning rods on a house? Wood siding on a house? Imagine how his fielders glove must have felt to him...a big investment for the time I would bet. And how do you suppose the team traveled to play without buses to haul them to fields around the county?
I never saw this picture before my grandfather passed away. I have so many questions about it, and other photos that I have, that only he could answer. It leaves me only supposition.
I remember his grandfather hands and wish to understand the ones that he had in the picture, one slipped into the oiled leather fielders glove and the other resting on his thigh.
One of my favorite photographs comes from an album given to me by my Aunt. It held a picture of my maternal grandfather as a high school baseball player. He poses in his uniform in front of the farm house he lived in. The photo contains so much unsaid information about a time in the 1920's, that I find new meaning every time I look at it. It means much to me as a historical and loved artifact. That I removed it from the album and framed it for my home office is a testament to those sentiments.
The uniform is strikingly similar to uniforms of today, but when is the last time a photo was taken of a lanky teen that showed no attitude? When is the last time you saw lightning rods on a house? Wood siding on a house? Imagine how his fielders glove must have felt to him...a big investment for the time I would bet. And how do you suppose the team traveled to play without buses to haul them to fields around the county?
I never saw this picture before my grandfather passed away. I have so many questions about it, and other photos that I have, that only he could answer. It leaves me only supposition.
I remember his grandfather hands and wish to understand the ones that he had in the picture, one slipped into the oiled leather fielders glove and the other resting on his thigh.
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Yes, Mitch and he had big feet then, too! I also remember his hands, big strong dad hands embedded with grease and I miss him oh so much.
To miss someone as much as that, is a testament of the man and how he shared his love.
What a great blog about your grandfather,and how much he meant to you. He loved you alot you were his first grandson and he would have been very proud to know the wonderful man you have become. He was truly one of a kind father,very loved and yes he had strong hands and a wise heart. Like my sister I miss him so very much. His memory will always be with me and all the things he taught me. I love you dad!
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