How can it already be Week 20! I know I was a late joiner, but the time has really gone along. This photo is of the children of Great Aunt Veronica Ostrowski (my grandmother’s sister) and Alex Roginsky. I assume this photo was taken approximately 1900’s. What puzzles me is that it shows done by a company out of Chicago, IL and the family lived in PA always far as I know. The children, all so serious appearing to have the same barber which was likely Mom's bowl at home, are on the pony, (which also looks serious) Frank and Helen, and then standing left to right August and Alex. The names are familiar in the Ostrowski line, another Frank (my grandmother’s father) and a Helen (my mother’s name too.) There go the repetitive use of the names. I wonder if it was incumbent on the Polish to name their first born after the maternal father? I believe there was another daughter in this family, Loretta, who may not have yet been born when this was taken.
The only person I recall is Augie, (August). When my Mom died in 2004 Auggie came to the funeral home and wanted to see me as much as anything; this annoyed my jealous evil half brother and his wife to no end, because Auggie arrived at the funeral parlour announcing loudly, “Is Patty here, I want to see Patty!” it was a treat to visit with him and hear his stories including how he was corresponding with an Ostrowski somewhere in Australia and thought he should go visit. Only problem was the person wrote to him in Polish and Augie’s Polish skills did not include reading, so he had to get the letters translated. Augie had several health problems but still had the funny streak and found a light hearted story everywhere. I love that trait of the family.
Augie was in his late 80’s at the time and was annoyed because he could no longer drive his big Cadillac; in fact his kids had to stop him from driving period. Never easy but something we have to do for the safety of others as well as the elders. I heard that since then he had to move from his home in Springdale, Harmar Twshp. PA across the river to be with his son and wife or perhaps it was daughter and son-in-law.
When my aunt Virginia, his cousin died, I heard nothing from him. I do not know if Augie is still alive or not. None of the other Roginski’s are alive to my knowledge. This is another limb on the family tree that has stopped growing unless there are some descendants out there somewhere.
I found these photos in my grandmother's collection. This last is from the 1940's sometime, noted as taken during one of Frank's furlough's. Oh but the soldier is another 2nd cousin, Frank Janosky and his wife who sent this photo calling herself "the blur in the middle" while Alex Roginski is shown on the left. Typical of so many in the family they needed no chairs, simply squatted and posed. That does not seem comfortable to me.
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The children are so sweet with their serious sprussed-up little faces. I bet they couldn't wait for it to be finished to run off.
ReplyDeleteI'ts sad how we loose touch with family.
I enjoyed your post. God bless you.
The photo of the kids and the horse is so interesting. It is curious how you find a picture that doesn't make sense as to why it was taken in Chicago. Your blue bottles turned out great!!!!
ReplyDeleteThe bowl cuts were so popular in those days. Easy to do, easy to maintain. I love the children's starched white shirts. Perhaps the Chicago based company was a travelling one which went door to door selling their services. Funny how names do tend to re-occur in families. We have the names Philip and Anne cropping up repeatedly in mine. In fact, I have a brother, two cousins, an uncle and a great-uncle all named Philip.
ReplyDeletewow! that IS one serious pony!
ReplyDeleteI'm not really sure myself about your thought that the Poilsh name the first born after the maternal father.I know ,in my case, my older brother wasn't (but maybe this to do with my Mum being Scottish:& not getting on with her father!) I will ask around.Maybe my Polish family was the exception?
Such a contrast in your photographs. Straight faces in the first, yet relaxed and comfortable in the second. Both are wonderful to see. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteAs Nana Jo said, I suspect that the Chicago outfit probably traveled around with a pony and took pictures -- I remember something like that back in the late Forties.
ReplyDeleteI'm off to Trader Joe's today to buy some wine ~~ packaged in blue bottles!!!!
ReplyDeleteLove the photos! What a cute story about Auggie wanting to see you at the funeral parlor. :)
ReplyDeleteYes, I remember the ponies to pose with for photos!
ReplyDeleteLOVE the blue bottles!!
Yes it is week 20 already and with posts the quality of this one we can easily keep going for another 20 or 200 weeks. Thanks for being such an important part of Sepia Saturday.
ReplyDeleteI love your story of "Augie" seeking you out at the funeral, despite your "evil half-brother and his wife". Too bad you lost track of such a character who obviously loved you very much.
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I enjoyed your humourous description of the poor little pony, so busy posing for photos all day.
ReplyDeleteAnd the "blur in the middle". I loved the pictures but I think your narrative was even more interesting.
I love this photo of the pony with the children. You can just see in their faces that they are not too thrilled with posing, and really would like to be turned loose to run and play.
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