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Thursday, December 29, 2011

Up to date on Books Read

"When you sell a man a book, you don't sell him 12 ounces of paper and ink and glue--you sell him a whole new life." Christopher Morley

A stack of books grows higher by the week alongside my computer, books I have read from late October until now, books  I have just set aside until I have time to review them for the blog......but as I posted  a week back time is running out and my stack gets taller.   I will have a new blog in 2012 solely to record my readings and my reviews.  For now, to expedite the process and  move books into either  donation bags or, if a keeper,  to the shelf in our home  library, I am borrowing a technique from Kat Mortenson and assigning stars  *****  to rank the books,  with 1 low and 5 high:

5 ***** being a top notch read and a book I loved.  
No * indicates a book I did not finish,  which means it is  really  a poor read and  had no interest for me; oh does this mean I really have a 6 point rating system? 
1 * will mean a book I plowed through under some protest. 

I suppose  that technically I have six ranks from No to *****.   There would be few books with No and few with *****, most somewhere in between. 

It has taken me awhile to learn to discard a book that does not hold my interest, I have so many books to read and so little time to do so that it's not worth wasting my eyeballs on a bad one.  Why did I think I had to plod along when  the pages and words held no interest? 


 What I find enjoyable in reading and which will be my criteria in rating reflect my personal preferences.  I am not a fluff or what I term fiction comic book reader nor do I like science fiction.  I like to sink into a book like a nice comfy leather chair, so a novel has to envelop me.  My first preference is always non fiction or historical, memoir and biographies are first choice.  I look for excellent writing and research, well developed characters who appear lifelike with their tales, a sense of historical accuracy,  historical, memoirs that evoke emotion while reading, or a book that teaches me something.  I am as I have said many times before a life long reader from the time I learned to read as a tot.  I am never bored, lonely, or without something to do to entertain myself so long as I have a good book. 

No I do not e-read nor do I have any desire to do so, being the proud owner or stacks of books and a marvelous home library.   I never pass a book sale without picking up something.  You will see several on the list below that are used, older.  A book does not have to be on a current best seller list to attract my interest.  I have been exposed to wonderful books I might not have found nor read through my local book club where we meet monthly to discuss.

 Title,date published/comment             Author          Rating

Marilyn and Me-Sisters, Rivals, Friends 1992   Susan Strasberg       **               
Almost tedious reading but some interesting  pages
and reverie about the authors famous  parents. 

The Sisters from Hardscrabble Bay  2010          BeverlyJensen       *****      
A novel saga over 7 decades beginning in 1916,
sisters from Nova Scotia who immigrate to
America.  Fascinating and humorous in parts. "She was
worn to the shape of a gnarled tree...." describes their
paternal grandmother.

The Knitting Circle    2007 paperback             Ann Hood                           *****
  Our book club selection; a novel with great
characters and their stories and the grief of losing a child.
Based on the author's life.    

Left Neglected                 2011                    Lisa Genova                             *** 
 She wrote "Still Alice" about dementia, which I enjoyed. This
novel is about a condition resulting from an auto accident
where the left side of the body does not respond.

Lit                 2010 Paperback                  Mary Karr                                     **    
Her 3rd memoir and the least interesting despite its glowing
reviews; about her days in  alcoholism.  Dreary

The Quilters Apprentice    2000 Paperback     Jennifer Chiaverini                ** 
A ho hum novel, my curiosity about the process of learning to quilt
 dragged me along.  First book in the Elm Creek Quilt Series.

Our Story: The Quecreek Miners     2002     told to  Jeff Goodell                 ***
 Concise, true tale of these PA coal miner
 spent trapped underground for 77 hours

The Seventh Life of Pauline Johnson   2001        Katy King                 No stars
  If this isn't the dumbest book it is close to it. The author
hawked it at a craft show; it has been on my shelf for years
to be read.  Supposed to be a  mystery/ recipe book.

Blind Your Ponies         2011 Paperback           Stanley Gordon West             *****
Our book club selection.  Outstanding novel about  a high school
boys long time loosing basketball team, and their town. 
Excellent characters and writing by a MN author. Selection of the title
and what it represents is a story itself.  Will read more of his books.


 
Four more books to add  but will post more later, I intend today with the others.  I'm off to walk  to Curves and not waste the fresh air of  this beautiful, balmy  sunny day!

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Merry Christmas to All

Wow,  almost out of time to wish this to all my bloggy friends all over the world...
may you celebrate Christmas in the Spirit! 

Last night I awoke about 1:30AM and as I do on my nightly awakens, looked out my window.  There was the brightest star I have ever seen, I felt it was a shining of Christmas with glory and hope. I wish a bright star for all of you. 
An array of wishes gathered from friends far away
They make welcome wishes and brighten dreary days.  

At the bottom of the stairs on the way to the rec room
 we have a  dry sink, cabinet where I keep
this pitcher and bowl, from my grandparents. 
Last night we stopped to visit Jerry's cousin and
Kathleen, his companion.  She asked if we had received a gift from her
when I said no, she said she had ordered a centerpiece for us
from the local florist and  requested delivery on Wednesday. She paid cash and did
not have a receipt.  Hmm..now what.
So this morning she called them and learned they had delivered it to a wrong address. 
So they said.  I would think people who received it would call and question why
they received flowers from someone they did not know.  But it takes all kinds, so
who knows.  The florist promised to get something here  today and they did.
This is a beautiful fragrant  centerpiece which we will enjoy for several days, white
roses, mums, carnations, daisies and great silver touches.

While looking at past cards, found this one Uncle Carl sent us
in 1999 while we lived in CA.  He wrote how much he missed being out in the
woods where everything is so peaceful, but admitted that his
days of tracking, hunting and fishing were done.  His wife had died in 1997.
While he missed her he wrote more about how he missed his hunting and
fishing buddies and trips to Canada.  He had a bird feeder similar to this.

Two ceramic angels made by Aunt Marge, Uncle Carl's wife,
the 3rd is blue and not showing in this photo. 
They sing this year next to our Fontani musical  nativity, purchased in 1967,
the first Christmas we were married.  Wound it still plays, Silent Night.  Atop
the manger is a newer brass angel from France










Thursday, December 22, 2011

A morning sight and memories

November 13 Amaryllis just planted
out of the box into the container
November 13 twin Amaryllis
 just planted
I had an early AM blood test at the doctor's  (just routine) and so I was awake in the dark and all was quiet, as I walked down the hall toward the kitchen and  flipped the light switch I caught sight of the progress of my Birthday Amaryllis in our living room; I had been given two and now I  hearken back to my years of Latin, what is the plural amarilli, amarilla, amarillae?  I will have to find out, Miss Rohrbach and Miss Hood, our Latin teachers would expect me to know.   

We have been watching these twins grow at different rates, although ala  Jack & the Beanstalk as only a healthy amaryllis will.  Ours have sped up over the month.


Amaryllis November 22,  nine days from planting
The pilgrim  guy was Uncle Carl's

This morning  I recalled how much Mom  &; Aunt Jinx enjoyed these; I lived across the country and always strived to send them something that would be unique, really appreciated and enjoyable.  It was a challenge.  Today I fully comprehend why; at this stage of life and age we have been blessed and  own everything we want or will buy something if it appeals and we really want it.  The last thing I need are trinkets, knick knacks, etc and the like or more "what nots", Jinx' term.  


November 22, the other amaryllis
They grew at different rates
Mom's way of thanking on the phone was something I came to expect, "Quit spending money on these things, I really do not need them. But thank you."  Or, if I sent food, "Well we ate those but really we can buy them here in the stores too, save your money."  Other than the mandarin oranges we could ship direct from our Newcastle orchard to her in PA there was really little  I could come up with that she did not protest my spending  money.  Sometimes in frustration I used to think, "Mom!  For crying out loud just say thank you."  But she  and her sister and the entire clan were of the generation where money was not to be wasted; they  had survived the depression, World War II and strikes at the mills,  factories and mines.  They did not waste a dime.  Money was hard to come by and they valued saving. 


December 22 living room sight
both amaryllis;
one is31 inches tall and still in bud;
 the blooming beauty is  29 inches tall 
 But one year I ordered amaryllis and that absolutely enchanted her.  She had never seen one and was so curious, placed it on the mid stair landing near a window where it was the first  thing she would see when she was on her way downstairs each morning.  Each morning she measured it delighting as it grew and grew and then bloomed in full glory.  Voila, victory was mine. 

From then on I sent amaryllis at Christmas and birthday flowers, bouquets, arrangements.  I was fortunate to have a home town florist ; only a phone call away across country.  I'd  call and tell them how much I wanted to spend and they did the rest.  Steiner's Florist a reliable friend,  retired and is long  now closed up in New Kensington, as everything else.  Mom loved the flowers and the amaryllis and changed her advice to "I am so glad to have these flowers while I am still alive to see them.  They don't do a dead person any good."  I heard that she would brag to her sister or friends, "Patty sent me flowers" proof of her enjoyment.  

October 1996 the sisters visited us in CA
Jerry seated, Aunt Jinx to  left, Mom to right, me standing
Mom died suddenly in 2004 of a  heart attack, the youngest of the family of sister's and brother at only 80.  She was healthy other than the mind.  Her sudden death  was a shock but a blessing as her dementia was progressing and we had a diagnosis of Alzheimer's, the years ahead would not have been good.  I thought about her this morning.

Today we receive gifts of fruit arrays from the CA son and DIL and I feel like my mother, really we can buy delicious pears and apples right here, but I never say that because I know they are working, busy caring for DIL's mother and son's  mother (Jerry's long ago ex) who live with them.  So a stop at Costco or online suits them.  Still, I often think the same as Mom, save your money.   Jerry does not eat pears which leaves them all to me; while I enjoy one now and then I have these to share with others.  But , I do not say that, recalling my own frustration, "thank you" is the phrase. 

The shorter amaryllis shows off
8 blooms,  four per bud

This the taller of the twins
is 31 inches but it has
only one bud. 

I do very little with house plants, inside but these amaryllis are seasonal and after the blooms, the leaves will die back and I can store them down in the well cellar.  Perhaps they will rebloom next year.  I have a few  other  amaryllis bulbs given to me by a friend.  Some of those rebloom around Easter yearly but they are pink, so these Christmas reds are a welcome change of color. 

We have a jade plant and a Christmas (zygo) cactus that blooms on my birthday inside now as they could not survive outdoors here.  But come springtime, those potted plants will go back outside.  Living in CA and gardening outside as I did, I have little interest or tolerance for house plants.  I shudder when someone offers me one and I decline explaining that it would need a babysitter when we are on our travels.  I have seen RV'ers who travel with plants, or maybe they are full time RV'ers who travel with their house plants.  I do not want to do that and the other half of this house would strenuously object. 

Friday, December 16, 2011

No Time

A multitude of tasks have been completed and now I am amidst clearing shelves and clutter from the downstairs study.  Amidst, is an appropriate term, inch by inch and my interest wanes despite my discomfort with the sight.   Photos in frames have been rearranged and tidied up on top of the two movable book shelves. Two tiny crystal  lamps which belonged to my grandmother and which Jerry rewired  are now atop the shelves.  I have no other place for them but at least for now do not want to send them on their way to Goodwill.

This room is the  primary area where we  display photos in a gallery of sorts and it is also my project room, the library, and the computer site. More photos in boxes and piles, amassed from my departeds reside in the  back bedroom off this room, where I can close the door and keep going through  that sorting.   I have found if I put  something away by the time I return to it, I can't find where I left off.  So I take advantage of the luxury of space to keep my mess active.  In the far corner of this picture is the small portable sewing machine; my other machine which I prefer to use has its own  sewing closet off the rec room.   

The last many days have been dreary but today the sun is shining although it is plenty cold but at least the cold north wind is not blowing from yesterday where  34 degrees felt  like zero.  Just the day before that I was about wearing only a vest but now it is time for the heavy coat and hood.   With sunshine I am likely to amble away from the midst of this mess; outside to give the squirrels a new suet box and to just check on the smells and colds of winter.  

These two chairs which we moved from CA face the computer
space and the gas inset fireplace; built in book shelves to the left 
behind the chairs is  activity clutter.
Actually I suppose it is not all that bad compared to some, but I dislike disarray; it makes me very uncomfortable, I suppose it is the Polish clean genes from my grandmother and shades of Aunt Jinx's ghost.  I have talked myself into leaving for  the outdoors,  ...the benefit is all the doors could be closed off to hide this if someone happened over and down to our TV/rec room the other side of the wall.  But then upstairs is
devoid of activities and that is where most of our entertaining is done and guests gather.  And  this is the benefit of retirement, to dabble when and how long as I want to do so.  

The scene behind the chairs

Behind the chairs is a magnificent large leather covered coffee table acquired for the rec room but which I have confiscated here to provide my measuring cutting space, one of the four stools which slide under it is quite handy for working from, the other three serve as  stools, tables in the rec room. 

 Below is an in process idea, which just might be accomplished soon.  A way to recycle an old friend t-shirt from 1998, Newcastle Mandarin Days.  I found just the right fabric for the back of the pillow, setting  there on the right.  
Here is a tshirt which is about to become a pillow
These folding doors are the entry to this inner sanctum
and the green door is to the downstairs bedroom or
the room with the photo messes.  Built in book shelves
are to the right and the left, all  filled.
So this is  one reason why I have not had time to blog post, much else to do.  Alright then, so many projects, so little time, too many ideas, time for fresh air the sun is calling!

Friday, November 25, 2011

Sepia Saturday 102 809th Tank Destroyer and Uncle Carl (Click Here to Sepia Site)

Uncle Carl center with rifle and pipe and some men of the
809th Battalion, US Army, 1942 Ft Hood TX
Continuing from last week, with more about Uncle Carl and his World War  II 809th Tank Destroyer Battalion.  This week  the focus is Fort. Hood Texas, which is still a massive  US Army station today.  You likely heard about it in the tragedy of November 2008 when the Muslim Army Major killed 13 soldiers and wounded 31 in his jihadist act of terrorism.  But to Uncle Carl and the men of the  809th it was one of their first stops in training in 1942.   In the photo above, sent to his parents, he wrote to his father, "here I am with some men training as snipers.  I look like I just got back from hunting, Pap, so I have a pipe for you."  Carl looks like such the old man here, all of 23 years of age; but he grew up hunting with his father and was an excellent shot which served him well through the war.   When I scanned that  photo I noticed "ELKO" around the corners,  wonder what's that?

Flash forward to 1990 when the 809th  had their annual reunion at Ft. Hood Texas.  I believe that was the last reunion Carl attended, for there are no more reunion photos among his  collection.  Below is  the postcard he'd saved from the trip, a very different looking Ft. Hood from today and  very different from what they saw in 1942. 

1990 Postcard of Ft. Hood,  Killeen Texas
Because we are international on Sepia,  the back of the postcard is worth sharing, along with the description, notice the card was printed in Ireland! 

Well the reunion in 1990 shows the men gathered in front of their memorial which I understand remains on the base.  I do wish Uncle Carl had named these men.  He is the  man  standing, 2nd from the left wearing the yellow cap.  I wonder if any of these men were in the 1942 photo.  

1990 Ft Hood TX  809th reunion


Today the website about this Army post is  http://www.hood.army.mil/newcomers.hood.aspx   As I researched , I learned  a lot about it's history;  the following is taken from Wikipedia:.... Fort Hood, a United States military post located outside of Killeen, Texas was named after Confederate General John Bell Hood who was the commander of Hood”s Texas Brigade. It is located halfway between Austin and Waco, about 60 miles (97 km) from each. Its origin was the need for wide-open space to test and train with World War II tank destroyers. The War Department announced the location in January 1942, and the initial completion was set for that August. As originally constructed, Fort Hood had an area of 158,706 acres, with billeting for 6,007 officers and 82,610 enlisted personnel.


World War II, tank destroyers were developed to counter German mobile armored units. These were mobile anti-tank guns on armored halftracks or specially developed tanks. Wide-open space was needed for the tank destroyer testing and training, which Texas had in abundance. Andrew Davis (A.D.) Bruce was assigned to organize a new Tank Destroyer Tactical and Firing Center, and he chose Killeen, Texas for the new camp. About 300 families had to move from their homes to make room for the camp area. Whole communities were uprooted. To lessen the pain of moving, the Army agreed to allow land to be used for grazing for a nominal grazing fee. This grazing arrangement still continues today.

In January 1943, an additional 16,000 acres (65 km²) in Bell County and 34,943 acres (141 km²) in Coryell County near Gatesville, Texas were purchased. The site near Gatesville was known as the sub-camp and later as North Fort Hood. During the war years, North Fort Hood housed nearly 40,000 troops and 4,000 prisoners of war, and was the site for the southern branch of the United States Disciplinary Barracks.

At the end of 1942 there were about 45,000 troops living and training at Camp Hood which reached its peak population of almost 95,000 troops in late June 1943. In 1944 the number of tank destroyer battalions in training at Camp Hood declined rapidly replaced by field artillery battalions and the Infantry Replacement Training Center in March 1944. The total camp population on the last day of 1944 was 50,228.

The last year of World War II saw a major shift of emphasis in Camp Hood's mission and a drastic reduction in population. As the war came to an end, the training of troops slowed and equipment reclamation and demobilization planning became the priorities. A separation center was established in September 1945, and as the year ended, post strength had fallen to 1,807 prisoners and about 11,000 troops.

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Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Thanksgiving 2011

This year we will celebrate our truly  American Holiday, in a different again way.  Jerry and I will go to the nursing home to eat Thanksgiving meal there with his mother, easier than trying to bring her here to the house.  This is something new the SNF is trying for families of residents this year so we thought it worth our support; limited to two family members per resident, and you can understand why as they are preparing the full turkey day feast and only charging $4 per person.  We will dine early as they serve the  big meal at  noon.  That will give us a very leisurely day, Jerry will likely watch football on TV and I have myriad projects to entertain myself. Besides if the weather really is 60 degrees as predicted I will get a long walk in to burn off calories.

We have had a slight turmoil here now all OK  as Jerry underwent medical tests.  The cold Jerry had on our trip became near pneumonia and so he reluctantly agreed to go to the doctor in North Carolina.  While he got antibiotics and recovered  readily, they detected a spot on his lung when they took xrays.  After we returned home, he finally took the CD to our primary care physician and a very quick short ride on Mr. Toads wild wagon ensued over the past week, culminating with a PET Scan to satisfy our MD and the pulmonary specialist at Mayo Clinic and to rule out malignancy.  It  turns out to be just a spot but they will monitor it for two years to be sure it does not change, now that they have a baseline.  While I was feeling positive, Jerry who enjoys excellent health was quite concerned, one can say scared as to what  might be.  So we will continue to give big  heeping Thanks  tomorrow.  Relief came Monday with the results of the PET and a  short meeting with the Pulmonary MD.  We are blessed to live here and have Mayo Clinic for our health care, they do not mess around and proceed full speed ahead...despite Medicare and Insurance restrictions.   We well know no one is promised tomorrow, so we try to live in the present moment by moment. 
  
 As we are at Thanksgiving Eve, I share thoughts from one of my favorite girlhood authors; long before Little House on the Prarie went to TV,  generations of us girls read and enjoyed Laura Ingalls Wilder.  Here she writes about 1922.

Happy Thanksgiving to all my bloggy pals in this country and abroad!

Friday, November 18, 2011

Sepia Saturday 101 809th Tank Destroyer (Click Here to Sepia Site)

Patch with 809th Emblem
I have been busy  reviewing Uncle Carl's WWII and reunion records to help  a nephew of a man who was in the 809th; the nephew contacted me by facebook.  Since I relate absolutely to the frustrations of folks who are researching family members I was eager to help the man, but so far  nothing in particular about his uncle has shown up.  Uncle Carl was active in  setting up annual reunions of the 809th until his later years when he could no longer travel and today very few of these WWII vets remain amongst us.  This has had my wheels spinning and when I saw the theme for the week, I knew I had something in orange and  a reference to Oldsmobile (no longer exists)  of General Motors. 

 I have written before about Uncle Carl who passed at 93 in May.  As a reminder, here is Carl,  January 1944, a young soldier training on desert techniques in California prior to departure for Europe.  They were uncertain where they would be sent so the tank destroyers were prepared for all terrains and climates.  

Once I asked him how he ended up in the tank destroyers unit and he would not tell me much, but said he was training men to shoot.  He was a sniper and a great shot, a skill developed from boyhood hunting with his father.  His skills landed him in the headquarters unit.  He never talked to me too much about his war years.  There is a story that when he returned he had something from the 809th with the emblem and when I saw it, I started to cry and  fuss, the image upset me, well it does look vicious, but it was a bad time on earth.  My grandmother would have none of that upsetting me so that emblem was removed from my sight and to be truthful I never remember seeing it, but I remember the story.  Later when I was a teenager, Uncle Carl told me he had a necklace set aside for me someday.  I forgot all about it but  found it stashed with his WWII memorabilia after he passed, a small gold medallion  with that 809th logo, marked, "for Patty when she gets older."  But, this is about the tank destroyers.  I shuffled through the suitcase of documents and photos and memorabilia I have yet to sort, looking for the information. 

Wikipedia says that ..  "The 809th Tank Destroyer Battalion was a  battalion of the United States Army active during the Second World War. The battalion was activated on 18 March 1942, and remained in the United States until November 1944, when it was moved to the United Kingdom. It arrived in France on 20 January 1945, equipped with M18 Hellcat tank destroyers. It was attached to the 8th Armored Division on 9 February, and fought in the crossing of the Roer. On 20 March, it was attached to the 79th Infantry Division, crossing the Rhine on the 27th, and was then attached to the 95th Infantry Division for the fighting around the Ruhr Pocket in April before being returned to the 8th Armoured on 13 April. During this month, it converted to M36 Jackson tank destroyers. In late April it saw action in the Harz Mountains, finishing the war in central Germany."  This coincides with many photos from Carl and with  a card he once sent his mother from  the "Thundering Herd" which was the 8th Armored Division. 

Below is a poster that measures 9 inches by 14 inches about the tank destroyers.  It is not readable in the photo so I scanned the  poster in two parts to share here. 


The top part of this poster is:


The bottom of the poster, notice the reference to Oldsmobile, General Motors:


Again  courtesy of Wikipedia..."Oldsmobile was a brand of American automobile produced for most of its existence by General Motors. It was founded by Ransom E. Olds in 1897. In its 107-year history, it produced 35.2 million cars, including at least 14 million built at its Lansing, Michigan factory. When it was phased out in 2004, Oldsmobile was the oldest surviving American automobile marque, and one of the oldest in the world, after Daimler and Peugeot. The closing of the Oldsmobile division presaged a larger consolidation of GM brands and discontinuation of models during the company's 2009 bankruptcy reorganization."

1934 Oldsmobile from  GM Archives

It was interesting to be reminded how industry catered to the war effort as did  the entire country.  But this post is about the tank destroyer battalion.  I have a large narrow , 11 inch by 24 inch framed photo from 1942 of the men in the 809th headquarters battalion but I cannot figure how to get it posted other than photographing it in parts.  Perhaps the man's uncle is in this photo.  The glass is cracked and so this is something I will be having reframed at sometime to hang in the patriotic room.  Meantime, my Sepia blog pals may be able to provide some advice, guidance as to how I can  capture the photograph to share with the nephew searching  for his uncle's story. Evidently his uncle died in 1956 in an accident and was not in touch with the men of the 809th who had their first reunion in 1960 in Chicago; I was not able to find his name on any of the rosters in Carl's files. 
809th Headquarters Battalion, March 1944, Camp Robinson, Arkansas
 The 809th traveled all through Europe.  I remember Uncle Carl telling me that they were everywhere which is why he had no desire to ever return.  The last item identifies the places where my Uncle went with his battalion; I have his canteen onto which he meticulously and carefully engraved the name of each place beginning with his initial training.  

Stations of the 809th Headquarters Battalion
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Friday, November 11, 2011

100 Sepia Saturdays and a mystery woman (Click here to the Sepia host site)


The centennial post of Sepias is here!  And I return to the celebration with some mystery photos.   The woman  of today is in many photos in family collections from my aunt, grandmother, mother and uncle, the exact same photos but the trouble is none of them wrote who she is/was nor where the photos were taken.  I suppose they all knew her quite well, but now I sit looking and pondering.  Couldn't someone have just written her name once on any photo!  Was she a cousin?  A neighbor, some one who married into the family?  I have absolutely no clues nor anyone to ask.  

So to celebrate,  I offer a few photos featuring this lady, the first  standing under what must be a drugstore sign of some kind.  I suspect from their album placements these photos were taken in the  later 1945 era, post WWII.   Whoever she was, they all had the very same photos so it is odd to see her and ponder, scratching my head as I search the names in the genealogy.

Mystery woman of  family albums
Too bad the poles block the drugstore name as that might give me  a clue.  She is an attractive one, with those waves and curls to her hairdo and dressed nicely, even in the following photos which appear to have been taken the same day at an amusement park of sorts.  Neither location nor the men are identified, adding to the mystery. Because the men are there and she with them all I feel it post war time.

Here she stands  at the railing by a small pond with the rowboats.
She has jacket and purse in arm, ready for a day of it, dressed to the nines.


If she had been only in my aunt's albums I might have thought her to be a girlfriend, someone from the factory who worked with Aunt Jinx. The odd thing is none of my family appear in a photo with her, only more unknown people, same photos in all albums.  Where was she, did she mail  these photos to all of them?

3 Mystery men at  the same amusement park
Three unidentified men stroll here in what I believe is the same amusement park.  None of them are familiar to me but she knows them.  Could the one to the far left be her brother, their hair looks similar?  Maybe she was an amusement park stalker?

Here she is with someone who looks like he will take a turn at the
"U Bust Em" in the booth behind them.
This man resembles some of the Janosky clan, my great aunt Mary's sons.  Notice the  attire of the folks in the background,  the ladies in heels and dresses and one wears a hat. But our mystery girl sports slacks.

Here she is back at that pond railing with one
of the three men in the other photo
I do recall one photo I shared many Sepias ago which several of you identified as likely some sort of pageant.  I wonder if it is the same woman, what do you think?  Hair looks similar, but I am unsure of the facial features.  She too is a mystery in the family albums. 

Clueless I remain and other than offering these photos to our centennial celebration, I really don't know what else to do with them.  They were enjoying themselves and so we host them in our celebration!

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