My Home is My Castle

Today I thought I'd share some antique "our home" photos.  One's definition of home can vary greatly:  "my home is where my hat is hung"," my home is where my heart is,", etc. Once,  while living in a foreign country, at a time and place where I had no privacy at all, I called my sleeping bag my home. It was the only place not shared by a zillion kids, chickens, dogs and neighbors.I do admit, I did have guests: fleas; but they at least didn't natter in my ear!  It worked for me.

The first two photos are from around 1900. Most likely they were built with the help of neighbors, as was usual.  Both photos pique my curiosity about the people shown, and about what the inside of the houses look like.

 Next, an interesting photo of what I believe are some houses from around 1900 in Braintree, Massachusetts.   The lighthouse itself is very pretty,  but what was so rarely seen then, and even more rarely now, are the windmill pumps above the two houses, and the watertowers behind. Plus I find the people in this photo interesting: the little girl in a bonnet in the left foreground, the two people on the big-wheeled bicycles, the two men shaking hands. The photo kind of looks like an advertisement for a "perfect" neighborhood in which to buy your house; and yet there are so many things subtly different from today. (don't forget, you can click on the photos to enlarge them.)

For the next photo I have no date, but the man looks so enthusiastic about finishing his cabin, I just liked it:

The final photo is from the 1930's. This place really looks small, and has no roof (except for the tent) but for all that, they have made it home.

 Thank you for visiting.  Chris











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Mustache Contest; and a most Elegant Lady

I thought I'd post two interesting photos I ran across in the scads of photos I'm going through.  The first is actually parents and sons, don't know who as there is not identifying information (it was in with Lena's photos).  But I'll swear it looks as everyone (except mom) was trying to outdo the other with their handlebar mustaches.

The other two are  Rose, a friend of Lena's (or a half sister, I'm not sure).

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New Antique Family Photos

These photos are from my mom's side of the family. The first photo is my Great Great Grandma Wells. This was a postcard. The back of the card is included. I am told that she was a kind, gentle woman but she looks tough as nails in this photo.

 The next photo is my Grandpa and Grandma Daugherty on their wedding day; My grandma lived into her 90s, and worked until she was 89 as a tax accountant, then decided she had "other things she wanted to do!

I love her hairdo and dress. She looks so elegant.  My very best memories of growing up were staying with these grandparents in Salem, Oregon in the 1940's and '50's.

These were my grandparents with their family--he brought the two kids on the right into the marriage.  The girl with her arm around my grandma was my mom.

One more photo; my grandpa always wore these overalls. He must have just come home from his Post Office work (on his bicycle) and put the overalls on. He was the gentlest, kindest man I knew!   They grew their own veggies and fruits on their farm, the food they served was wonderful.
The third story of their home was a boarding house for college students. They were always cooking and baking.


One funny story, lots of people used the electric clothes ringers then, loading the clothes directly from the washer into the ringer from which it dropped into a bin. My grandma said a friend of hers was doing this naked, and her tit got caught in a wringer!  She didn't go into detail about what happened afterward,  but I can imagine it wasn't fun!