First I begin January 1, 1943, Springfield IL, my father, Lt. Lewis S Ball, pilot, sound asleep on his US Army cot, sleeping bag pulled snug, with Mom's photo on top; one of the guys grabbed his camera and took this. I still have that 8 x 10 photo of her today, it survived through the years and is a beautiful Sepia itself. I also have the gold and amethyst necklace that she is wearing in the photo, a gift from him to her, her birthstone and just as beautiful today as it was then, so many years later. This photo is in his scrapbook but I scanned it for this post. This is my oldest sleeper photo.
Next forward to 1969 and my uncle John Irwin, asleep on the couch, in exile from the bedroom, in Pennsylvania. I don't know the particulars but my aunt Virginia likely snapped this Polaroid of her wayward husband to preserve the memory. On the back side she wrote, "John being punished." He doesn't appear to be bothered by much here. Perhaps he'd imbibed a few too many, perhaps there were too many words exchanged, never the less it does not appear to be interrupting his sleep.
1984, to the left here are my in laws about whom I have recently blogged--that is Lyman to the left and Florence to the right. They have made themselves at home and comfortable in our living room in Newcastle, CA. As I have mentioned before, our home was their vacation site. I suppose it was a compliment that they felt so "at home there" but I often wondered why they did not stay with their daughter, Barbara who lived 30 minutes away. As I recall this particular day, I arrived home from work and there they were, awaiting when I would prepare the meal for everyone. The newspaper on the table has a headline, something about "retirement."
Well the photo to the right is 1986, Jerry's cousin, Milo (actually his cousin's husband) who was catching up on some rest after a rough day at the work for the city on its maintenance crew. We were back in La Crescent on a trip we took across the country from California to Minnesota, to Pennsylvania and then swinging back westward through the south. So we stopped at Milo and Jeanette's. We had come in from visiting, camera in hand and got this pose. These days, Milo does sleep a lot in his recliner, he has aged and tends to nap away the afternoons. It is not the same as Jeanette passed away years ago, and although he has a live in companion, he misses her as do we.
1989 another one to the left, from Uncle Carl's photos. This man is Fred Hemming and he was in the Army, 809th Tank Destroyers in WWII with Uncle Carl. Each year the men and families gathered to reminisce and usually to tour some site. This time they were in Altoona, PA, I believe which meant that Uncle Carl and Aunt Marge had likely made arrangements for the group. As we have seen, no one was safe when Carl, the photographer was around.
For my finale I could not resist this one, also from Uncle Carl's collection. This is Punkin, his last pet and beloved "pal." After Aunt Marge passed in 1997 Punkin and Carl went everywhere together. He had many photos of Punkin. I have to say, I have shared an array of sleepers and to end this post, let sleeping dogs lie. (Groan.....)