I am sure we have had bicycles before on Sepia Saturday, but there again
we have had most things before. The skill - as old Sepians know too
well - is to search through the Theme Image in order to find some
connection to your own featured archive image. With this weeks' picture
- Western Union Messengers, Danville, Virginia (1911, from the Flickr Commons collection of the Museum of Photographic Arts - you might want to go with bicycles, or young lads with caps on their
heads, or that wonderful lettering on the wall. This is Sepia Saturday
and you can go where you like : just post your post on or around
Saturday 2nd February 2013 Alan Burnett
Well my entry is not real old but is the only one I have with a bicycle in it.
Jones and Mudd cousins.
Back row, Joey Mudd and Dwight Jones
Front row, Larry Mudd, John Jones and Jerry Mudd.
This was taken in 1975.
The bicycle is obviously a girl's bike that my nephew Jerry is on.
It belonged to one of our daughters.
The Mudd boys lived right on the highway and it was not safe to ride on the highway so they loved to play in the freedom that this large farm afforded them.
Riding bicycles and horses, fishing in the ponds and camping in the cabin down by the river.
Riding bicycles and horses, fishing in the ponds and camping in the cabin down by the river.
The house in the background was about one mile away and was where my husband's brother and family lived who farmed this hugh parcel of land.
We lived in the tenant house on this farm for 10 years.
If I were to make a timeline of my life, the death of my only sister, the mother of the Mudd boys was in 1972 and it changed all of our lives forever.
It is obviously one of the events in our lives that we
use to date all other events.
Sort of like dating photos by which car or piece of furniture is shown in a photo.
It is obviously one of the events in our lives that we
use to date all other events.
Sort of like dating photos by which car or piece of furniture is shown in a photo.
At the time we lived in the country with wide open spaces to play and ponds to fish in.
These boys spent a lot of time at our house.
The death of their mother knocked them for several loops.
They could come here and rip and run and maybe, forget for a time.
Til this day I am their surrogate mother.
We console each other.
Their two sisters spent most of their time caring for their home and their father.
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Their two sisters spent most of their time caring for their home and their father.
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11 comments:
There are certainly some events in life that one never forgets, and years that end up on the "timeline".
A Shared Journey Captured.An Important Photograph.Thanks.
I'm sure the boys appreciate what you have been and are doing for them.
PS Did I see that blue hat before? It's nice!
It's very sad the boys lost their mother so young..and you, your sister. Lucky for the boys they had you and taking care of them probably helped you through your grief.
Young boys like that shouldn't have to experience the death of their mother so young. It's hard enough when she's lived a full and long life. From this picture, it looks like you did a fine job filling that void.
Oh I do remember those cool baskets for bikes. I never got to have one of them, mine was just a wire basket- but it held stuff! Great post- and photo!
A photo full of meaning to you, and now, thanks to your words, to us. This is what Sepia Saturday is for, thank you.
A fine photograph, whatever its ago and a post so skillfully and movingly woven around it.
I used to cycle to the steelworks where I had my first job yntil the local coalman ran over my bike. He loaned me another with a basket on the front but it wasn't as decorative as yours. I gave up cycling after that!
I am so sorry to hear about your sister dying so young. Good thing the boys had/have you.
I love this picture, and your memories. That is my era, and my sisters both had stingray bikes with baskets like that!
We used to go out to my cousins house in the country to ride horses, mini-bikes, swim in their pool, etc. It is good to have relatives in the country.
Kathy M.
Such a sad story. But I'm so glad that the boys had you to look after them and also the great open country where they could ride and play and swim. Great post.
Nancy
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