Throwback Thursday post.
He looks pretty serious.
This is before he went to college.-Universty of Illinois class of 1939.
That’s me. At our grandparents house.
Lincoln, Illinois 1955.
Found in my paternal grandmother’s photo album
I think the boy is my father’s brother Harold (Butch) b.1928
Because the woman’s face is in the shadow of the hat brim, I’m not sure if that’s my grandmother
Here’s a photo of young Uncle Harold at my parents wedding August 28, 1939. He was seventeen years younger than my dad. Uncle Alan is on the right.
(My Aunt Kathryn was married to my mother Marian’s brother John Rowley Van Sickle)
I texted my cousin Andrew to ask permission to post and he sent to me to his Uncle John B who has the original photo. Two memories cousin John has is that “Auntie lived with them and breathed her last at Christmas.” “I remember a ride from Freeport to Durand with her last surviving hen with us in the back seat.”A
nd Grandma lived “long snd lordly in North Rockford convalescent hospital for 12 years with her Bible disbound through leafing”
I found this photo of my father, standing outside the school where he taught? Looks like there’s a rope to pull a bell. But I don’t know
My father taught all grades in a one room schoolhouse in Illinois and this was BEFORE he went to college.
Morrisonville, Illinois.
My mother photographed at Starved Rock Park, Illinois in 1939.
see link for information on St.Peter sandstone
Sounds like a horrific history as I read the explanation of the naming of this huge park in Illinois. “
Here’s the story “Starved Rock State Park derives its names from a Native American legend of injustice and retribution. In the 1760s, Pontiac (Chief of the Ottawa tribe) was slain by an Illiniwek while attending a tribal council in southern Illinois. According to the legend, during one of the battles that subsequently occurred to avenge his killing, a band of Illiniwek, under attack by a band of Potawatomi (allies of the Ottawa) sought refuge atop a 125-foot sandstone butte. The Ottawa and Potawatomi surrounded the bluff and held their ground until the hapless Illiniwek died of starvation—giving rise to its name Starved Rock.”
Thirteen miles of hiking trails.
“Starved Rock State Park is a wilderness area on the Illinois River containing steep sandstone canyons formed by glacial meltwater. A few canyons: St. Louis, French and Wildcat canyons have waterfalls. Wooded trails lead to Lover’s Leap Overlook, with views of the river and the dam. Park wildlife includes white-tailed deer, bald eagles and migratory birds, and reptiles. You can spend all day hiking and have lunch or dinner at the lodge.” Trip Advisor
My paternal grandfather Floyd M. Hendricks born in 1892 in Pawnee, Illinois, is seated on the right with the line drawn to him. I see baseball gloves. They look to be a serious group of men.
Uncle Harold “Butch” Hendricks, born in 1928, is shown here with a tuba. My father’s youngest brother, seventeen years apart.
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