When we (my brothers and I) moved our Mom out of her house in October of 2009 to live with my brother John in Greenville, South Carolina, I took that opportunity to take the few photo albums she had in her storage chest. Unlike my friend Larry, whose Mom had hundreds of photos neatly organized in photo albums, my Mom's collection of photos were haphazard at best. The two good photo albums she had I had given to her for a Christmas long ago. Most of my Mom's photos were loose, mixed in with her receipts and other papers that usually fill those stuffed kitchen drawers of so many homes.
|This is a picture of my father Isaac Walter Tipton, Sr. proudly displaying a crop of his tomatoes. This photo captures his playfulness (which I inherited) and that famous tattoo he had on his left arm which always impressed me - 1967|
|This is a photo of my handsome younger brother Isaac Walter Tipton, Jr. (husband of woman in first photo in this blog and father of that baby) - 1967|
In my previous life I used to work in a bank trust department. I remember oh so well those times when my boss and I would clean out the bank vault and he would ask me to throw out old family photos that were left over from some long forgotten estate. I especially remember one incident. The photos belong to a maiden aunt who never married. The photos were all taken in the late 1800's and early 1900's. She was the great aunt of one of my best friends. Instead of throwing the photos out I asked my friend if he wanted them. He said "What would I do with them?" He had absolutely no interest in them. None. Nada. Sad. I didn't throw the photos away but instead kept them. The following Christmas I he invited me to his family's Christmas dinner. While there I got to talking to his cousin and I mentioned these photos and told her that no one wanted them. She said she would take them. Oh I felt such a sense of relief because I knew that sometime in the future someone would appreciate those photos. However, she is also a "maiden aunt" so I wonder what will happen to those photos when she dies. Perhaps I shouldn't worry about it.
|This is a photo of my father Isaac, Sr. and his second son Isaac, Jr. - 1967 - the only two blondes in our family|
So here are some of my old photos which probably don't mean anything to most of you but to me they are priceless because they capture a period of time that can never be replicated.
|Three "Isaacs" - Isaac III, Isaac, Jr. and Isaac, Sr. (and "Pepper")|
|Randall Hadfield and Family 1910 - my great-great grandfather|
The picture below is the only one of my Mother and her brothers taken when she was a young girl. It was taken at their home on Pennsylvania Avenue in Downingtown, PA. My Mom often told me that her brother tore the head off of her doll that is pictured. She said that was her only doll. Oh how many times she told me that story. I rescued this picture from the bottom of her dusty storage chest shortly after she moved to Greenville, SC.
|Betty (my Mom), George and Randall Hadfield - 1927|
|Ethel Darlington Hickman Hadfield 1896-1925|
This is of the George Lincoln Hadfield family. My Mother is in this picture but you can't see her because she wasn't born yet but she is in the belly of her mother. You see, my grandmother was pregnant with my Mother but was hiding her pregnancy behind my Aunt Grace, her oldest daughter. The year was 1923, before posing nude and pregnant (a la Demi Moore) was fashionable on the cover of Vanity Fair. This was the only picture my Mother ever had of her mother until I found the earlier picture through my cousin Will.
I hope you all enjoyed this little excursion down Memory Lane. I always do when I am sharing old photos. However, I do feel sad knowing what will probably happen to the original photos when I'm gone. Maybe someday there will be a family member who isn't so caught up in their day to day life and who cares about family history and will rescue Uncle Ronnie's photos. Maybe.
|My grandfather Hadfield and grandmother with her sister and her husband (The Weavers) - 1916|