As you grow older, your role changes. As a younger family member, I tolerated the stories my parents shared with the family history. The oldest generation feels they have an obligation to ensure their heritage is not lost. As each year passes, I’m getting closer and closer to being that person. I’m not there yet – but I can see the corner I’ll be turning when that’s true.
So here I am sharing a few stories from my Mother’s childhood. I am fortunate both of my parents have preserved their respective family records. We closed my Mother’s house in Danville in March of this year. I was able to save more pictures and have started digitizing here and on Flickr.
This photo is from Adalene’s collection. The house in which she and Ray lived in 1942 did not have a backyard, so they are posing here in their neighbor’s yard. It was a bright day with the sun at the photographer’s back – and in everyone’s eyes. Marjorie is in the lower right with Tom looking over at her from the center of the photograph. She appears to be four or five. Tom is two years younger than Marjorie, so he is three years old (or less).
As I started putting this picture in historical context, I realized that it was very likely that my Grandfather would have been in, or entering the armed service around this time. I brought the question to Mother. She explained that Ray worked in a munitions factory – or the Proving Grounds – near Sandusky (I believe it’s known as Bogurt, Ohio today) and was exempt from the draft for that reason.
As a side note, this is the only photo I can currently find of Joe (lower left corner). Joe died of electrocution at a very young age – Mother doesn’t remember how old. It was traumatic for her and resulted in Mark and I receiving constant directions to be careful around electricity.
Back Row: Uncle Lewis, Aunt Janet, Adalene, Ray. Front Row: Joe Earick, Adalene’s Mother, Tom Spielman, Adalene’s Father, Marjorie