More memories ... from my mom's photo collection...
I love this photo, but you might not see why at first blush. :) The photo is undated. In my mom's handwriting, on the back it says “Dad with a big one!”. It's written with a fountain pen, something I don't recall my mom ever using. The man in the photo is her dad, my grandfather, Donald MacLaughlin. He looks young there compared with most of my memories of him, so I suspect the photo dates from roughly 1950, give or take 5 years or so. Now why do I love this photo? Because it's fake! If you look carefully at the fish, you'll see that it is a halftone image (made of little dots). That means it was printed on an offset printing press, most likely for a magazine or newspaper. Someone cut out that fish and glued it to the photograph! That's how they Photoshopped photos, back in the day. It's also the kind of jest my grandfather would have enjoyed, whether he did it himself or someone did it to him. :)
I have no idea where this was taken, but they're on a large boat – probably it's a bay or even on the ocean. The lab dates it to June 1955. My mom wrote “Elinor Tom 1955” on the back (using a fountain pen, again!). My mom was 22, and had had three children at that point; my sister Holly was only a few months old. My dad was 31. They look so young, and so happy!
Oh, man, did this photo bring the memories pouring back in! The lab dates it as December 1958, and it's clearly taken at Christmas time. My mom wrote on the back “one of our poorest but one of the best Christmases” My sister Holly is sitting on something wheeled – I think it's a toy tractor, and she's sitting on its seat, but facing rearward (so the tractor is mostly hidden behind her). I'm grinning from the cab, next to my mom. I'm wearing a bow tie, which seems very weird to me – I don't remember us getting dressed up at Christmas time. The location is our living room, looking to the east. Our rarely-used front door is behind the cardboard locomotive. Over Holly's head you can see the cage that held our pet flying squirrel. Somehow we caught the thing; I've forgotten how. I'm not sure how long we had that flying squirrel, but I remember him whizzing around in the cage. Looking at it now, I don't believe my dad could have made it – the joints are square and straight, and the screws or nails are evenly spaced. Can't have been him! :) That makes me wonder who the heck did make it. To the right of the cardboard locomotive is a family treasure, though it doesn't look like much. It's a table made from the wood of American holly (Ilex opaca) trees, a very white and fine-grained wood. It's a rare holly tree that has an straight wood in it, even the trunk is usually bent. It's also rare for them to have trunks more than about 6" in diameter. I don't know where they found the wood to make that table, though my dad once told me that it came from our farm and from specimens in the New Jersey pine barrens. Holly now has that table in her home. On the table is a clock I remember, the kind with a spring pendulum behind glass on its bottom, twirling to and fro to regulate the clock. I've no idea whatever happened to that. The chair to the left of Holly I remember very well, though not with those cushions (the ones I remember were solid green). That cardboard locomotive I also remember, as well as the sounds of dad putting it together. On Christmas Eve (we opened presents on Christmas morning), when we were pretending to try to sleep, I could hear dad being quite unhappy in the basement, trying to understand the assembly directions for that locomotive. Building a kit was not the kind of thing he had much practice at. :) Years later, on one of our trips, he told me that at several points during the night he was so frustrated that he nearly threw the damned thing out. There were several points where he simply gave up on the directions and just held it together with tape and staples. It was perfect so far as us kids were concerned.
That's me at left, on a hike in (I think) Maine, almost certainly with my dad (and I'm assuming that he took the photo). The lab dates it to December 1958, but clearly it was taken in the summertime. They must not have developed the photos for a few months (taking photos on actual film sure was a different kind of experience than we have today with digital cameras!). Most likely this was taken between June and August of 1958, when I'd have been almost six years old. We're on a low mountain or big hill, and you can see a lake in the background, along with some other mountains. We kids, especially my brother Scott and I, went on dozens and dozens of hikes with my dad over the years, up through 1957. It's a core part of our family life, more than any other family I've ever run into.
This is another photo of our 1958 Christmas, dated December 1958 by the lab just like the third one in this post. My mom wrote “The first 2 wheeler” on the back. That's me on the bicycle, and my brother Scott on the tractor. We're in the living room, looking west out of our beautiful picture window. I'm sure if my mom wasn't holding me up, I'd fall right over. Look at the wheels and tires on that thing! It looks like a truck. I wonder what that beast weighed? We used bicycles a lot on the farm, and before I got a car in the late '60s I drove my bicycle all over central and southern New Jersey (it's not that big a place :). I can't get over the fact that I'm wearing a bow tie! There's a sad looking doll face-down on the floor, and bowling pins – I don't remember them at all!
Finally, here's an undated photo of my family at a picnic. From our ages, I'll guess this was taken in the summer of 1957, when I was four, Scott three, and Holly two. Left-to-right it's my brother Scott, my dad, me, and my sister Holly. Presumably my mom took the photo. We're in tall pines somewhere; could be Maine or in the New Jersey pine barrens. I remember that metal ice chest, built like the proverbial tank. Didn't insulate worth a darn, though. :) There are glass mugs on the table filled with water, standard for us. Dad is shoveling some large piece of food into his face, totally standard for him. :) We had a lot of picnics like this...