No details, but we can guess the weather’s nippy. Scanning this one picked up fingerprints of previous handlers. This is shown about twice the size as the original. Advertisements
Last week’s post had Dad standing atop a horse-drawn wagon filled with potato bins. This week he’s pulling a wagon where his sisters Donna and Myrl are riding. Note the knickers. You’ll be seeing more.
Dad was born on a rented farm near Verona, which Grandpa worked before moving to the city of Dayton. Here Dad sits on a load of potatoes. Even though this is the early 1920s, Grandpa is still relying on horses. These are the kinds of details photos can add to a family history.
I’m surprised this style of infant apparel was still in use in the 1920s. Is it possible the attire was an Ehrstine family heirloom? I don’t picture it from the Hodson side, although the McSherry influence is a possibility.
Last week I mentioned Jesse Haines, the Hall of Fame Baseball pitcher. He was a pious man who kept his personal integrity in an often ribald profession, and when he retired from pitching, he was given a sundial, which he treasured so much it became part of his gravestone in Bethel Cemetery just north of […]
One of the joys of doing genealogy comes in hearing from others who are working a related part of the puzzle. The point of creating this blog, in fact, was to make my files more accessible and useful to others. Last October, Annette Sease Stewart piped up with comments on her Binkley roots. While I […]
Arlie Binkley was Grandma’s brother-in-law, but he was also one of my grandfather’s two best friends. From everything I’ve learned, I’d say he’s the better of the two — which is saying something, considering that the other was the bishop. The little I remember of Uncle Arlie was that he was a very kind and […]