My family on bikes in 1942.
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My family on bikes in 1942.
Found clearing out a relative's house. My maternal Grand Aunts & Uncle... Ruth, Beulah, and Roy Werkheiser from Stroudsburg, PA in 1942. Zero story on the photo, and nobody left to ask. They didn't have money or ride bikes as far as I know, so it's a bit of a mystery. We also never threw anything out, and in all my years I never saw bikes in anyone's basement. Cool pic I'm happy to have though.
I knew Ruth best. The family was religious and fairly conservative, so I was surprised as a boy to hear her say if death was her eternal rest she wanted to go in her pajamas. She made it to 91...and indeed was buried in her pajamas.
I knew Ruth best. The family was religious and fairly conservative, so I was surprised as a boy to hear her say if death was her eternal rest she wanted to go in her pajamas. She made it to 91...and indeed was buried in her pajamas.
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Nice! Very dapper family!
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My mom used to carry my little sister in the front basket the same way, although she did lay a blanket in first for a bit of padding. Once, she spilled my sister out onto the sidewalk while walking the bike at a crosswalk. The front wheel hit the curb and, with no weight on the seat, the back end flew up. No injuries besides a skinned knee, but my sister was pretty scared.
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Found clearing out a relative's house. My maternal Grand Aunts & Uncle... Ruth, Beulah, and Roy Werkheiser from Stroudsburg, PA in 1942. Zero story on the photo, and nobody left to ask. They didn't have money or ride bikes as far as I know, so it's a bit of a mystery. We also never threw anything out, and in all my years I never saw bikes in anyone's basement. Cool pic I'm happy to have though.
I knew Ruth best. The family was religious and fairly conservative, so I was surprised as a boy to hear her say if death was her eternal rest she wanted to go in her pajamas. She made it to 91...and indeed was buried in her pajamas.
I knew Ruth best. The family was religious and fairly conservative, so I was surprised as a boy to hear her say if death was her eternal rest she wanted to go in her pajamas. She made it to 91...and indeed was buried in her pajamas.
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Not labeled, so unknown.
Ruth did have a son Roy born in '39. I suppose the kid in the basket could be 3 year old Roy.
This is the one thing I look forward to and like about facial recognition and AI technology...I assume at some point the computer will be able to tell us who all these people are so long as it can find other clearly established matches. I'm holding lots of old photos (even tin photos) with hopes of knowing who's in them some day.
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I always like looking for the outhouses and clotheslines in those old photos. So much a part of life back then.
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This is the one thing I look forward to and like about facial recognition and AI technology...I assume at some point the computer will be able to tell us who all these people are so long as it can find other clearly established matches. I'm holding lots of old photos (even tin photos) with hopes of knowing who's in them some day.
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While you won’t find an outhouse in my backyard, I’m C and V when it comes to drying clothes. Yes, I have a dryer, but the clothesline is the preferred option for drying clothes. Especially towels. Line dried a load just last week. They smell like outside.
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What a great memory.......
Best, Ben
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Our historic family farm is near Liverpool, not far from Stroudsburg. That's Pennsylvania Dutch (Amish) country down there and you see a lot of young people riding bicycles in straw hats and bonnets.The roads in that area are fantastic as long as you stay off the main drags, which are loaded with insane rednecks. Just be prepared for short, very steep climbs. With all the non-motorized users -- walking, on bikes, or in buggies -- drivers seem to be more watchful on the secondary roads than in many areas, not that bad things never happen.
I recall as a child my father having a flat seat with a steel back attached to the handlebars, with a couple of braces going down to the front axle and footpegs attached to these. I remember being a bit scared because the only thing protecting my feet from the spokes were his instructions to "Keep your feet out of the spokes." I instinctively realized that would, indeed, be a very bad thing when I looked down and saw all those ankle slicers spinning inches from my feet. No safety straps, no helmets, today he would be arrested for child abuse but, boy, it sure was fun.
I recall as a child my father having a flat seat with a steel back attached to the handlebars, with a couple of braces going down to the front axle and footpegs attached to these. I remember being a bit scared because the only thing protecting my feet from the spokes were his instructions to "Keep your feet out of the spokes." I instinctively realized that would, indeed, be a very bad thing when I looked down and saw all those ankle slicers spinning inches from my feet. No safety straps, no helmets, today he would be arrested for child abuse but, boy, it sure was fun.