Early memories awakened by photographs

 By: cazalea : July 11th, 2019-13:42
In a  previous thread Casey remembered sunflowers because his dad grew them back in the 'Forties. Even for the oldest among us, that's a long time ago.

I have faint memories of living in Hawaii in my formative years, way back before it became a State. Today I dug out an old album and saw some pictures for the first time.

MY FIRST HAWAIIAN SHIRT (see here for current shirts)


MY FIRST CADILLAC (first dream of one, anyway)


MY FIRST FLIGHT (but it's Tijuana, not Hawaii ... hmm?)

Thanks for looking. Do you have any memories like this to share?


PS - that's my sister, not my first girlfriend. Quite possibly the girl I have fought with most in my life though ...

I’ll have tons of food and watch photos plus tons of selfies of the same post for the next few generations to remember 🤣 [nt]

 By: Clueless_Collector : July 11th, 2019-14:20
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You know we are fortunate that photos from the Fifties are rare

 By: cazalea : July 11th, 2019-14:42
They generally contain multiple people doing fairly memorable things.
I now have more than 100,000 digital images of boring sunsets, jumping dolphins and watches galore! They will all go into the digital trash can someday.
Imagine if I had children or a wife who knew how to operate a camera? I have a friend whose wife averaged a couple dozen photos a day for years. And a co-worker whose daughter was doing 200+ texts a day for a few months, when they were charged $.10 per text (til her dad found out).

I is to blame but I don’t think I can go back...

 By: Clueless_Collector : July 11th, 2019-18:24
to watching black and white or VHS tape movies or cassette tape music.
Humans are easily adaptive and spoiled.
Maybe that’s why vintage watches or antiques are most times a hot commodity, but only when things become rare.

Who doesn't love old photographs...

 By: cshimokita : July 11th, 2019-17:45
I remember reading something from Susan Sontag along the lines of... there's no such thing as a bad old photograph or all old photographs become memorable.

Ike was the first US President that I remember... funny that I was talking about that with a good friend last night over sushi.

I have some archive photos, and my sister has the bulk of old material... 

Love your family portrait at the beach...


I've posted a few pics of Dr No well before . . .

 By: Dr No : July 11th, 2019-17:58
. . . he earned his doctorate.

Late '68, when No was in his Man From U.N.C.L.E. phase.  Switched loyalties to SPECTRE a few years later. 

Those pics are still classified.


You look like an actor... ;) [nt]

 By: amanico : July 11th, 2019-22:31
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Handsome boy... FH

 By: halgedahl : July 12th, 2019-06:44
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Actor indeed.. I'm thinking a young Judd Nelson :-) (nt)

 By: Echi : July 13th, 2019-18:06

:))) [nt]

 By: amanico : July 13th, 2019-23:16
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Great and moving pictures, Mike. I will see what I find. I love the words about your sister... ;) [nt]

 By: amanico : July 11th, 2019-22:52
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My first school years

 By: brauner : July 12th, 2019-01:48

You look so sad! Because you were at school? :) [nt]

 By: amanico : July 12th, 2019-01:55
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Can't remember [nt]

 By: brauner : July 12th, 2019-02:33
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Love the way-too-long-as-yet belt, cinched up as far as it will go. Who's the sweetie to your right. She's a keeper! FH [nt]

 By: halgedahl : July 12th, 2019-06:45
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Well sadly I can't remember. 🙄 [nt]

 By: brauner : July 13th, 2019-13:05
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Just as well... [nt]

 By: halgedahl : July 13th, 2019-17:57
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Nice idea, Mike. Here are two of mine.

 By: halgedahl : July 12th, 2019-06:41
That's me in the back of the boat with the girls, summer of 1953 (Gad! I was only 6!), my little sister (3) with her head turned on the seat just in front. We're all children of music faculty at the National Music Camp, Interlochen, MI.

In this shot, there am I, womanizing, again; my sis on the step in front (lost without her glasses—which she wore from age 2.5 until her death) between Philip Swanson, who had to grown into the size of his head, and cry baby Carol Anderson. Her dad played the trumpet; Phil's, the trombone; our dad, the bassoon. Sheesh! What we remember when we knock on those doors long closed!

We lived in Kansas at the time, so the lakes and forests of northern MI were quite an exotic switch. Dad taught there, later conducting the Concert Orchestra, for more than thirty years.

I can vividly remember when I got glasses - I was 8 - and I saw leaves on trees for the first time

 By: cazalea : July 12th, 2019-13:54
Before then I thought trees were just big green blobs - from a distance I couldn't make out anything except green against blue sky.
My whole word expanded...

And now I can see that y'all have overloaded that rowboat!


My first robot...Christmas of 1964, five years old. Probably not really my first, but certainly the one I remember most.

 By: Emil Wojcik : July 12th, 2019-06:44

And about a dozen years ago I found this replacement at a local auction and couldn't resist. He now resides in my studio.

 By: Emil Wojcik : July 12th, 2019-07:18

Oh, and he likes watches...

How cool is that, to find . . .

 By: Dr No : July 12th, 2019-09:22
. . . your favorite toy fifty years later. 

What I wouldn't give to have my first teddy bear back ;-) . . .

You need some MB&F Toys!

 By: cazalea : July 12th, 2019-16:16
Robots 🤖 for (rich) Grownups


Those are fantastic! Thank you! The pictures on tricycles, they always get me! [nt]

 By: watchthatman : July 14th, 2019-04:23
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