-are at my sister’s in NYC and they’re on top of our grandmother’s mirror. Nostalgia post 2
Worn such a long time ago.
Roy Joseph Hendricks
Born in Farmersville, Illinois February 26,1912
(Different shoes in the photo)
My son took a photo of his four kids in front of my grandparents house. He asked for an old photo of the house to compare. I rediscovered this picture of my maternal grandmother.
I wonder what she’s reading.
Then I went and googled her and a her name comes up. The people I want to call and ask, are passed.
Charlotte Baker Rowley 1888-1980
Born Jun 1888 in Winnebago, Illinois, USAmap
Daughter of Eugene Baker Rowley and Mary S Smith
Sister of Clair S Rowley, May Rowley, Edna Rowley and Cecile Rowley
Wife of Judd DeWitt Vansickle — married 16 Nov 1908 in Winnebago, Illinois, USAmap
Died Jun 1980 in Rockford, Winnebago, Illinois, United States of Americamap. But her children are known. My mother was Marian.And no mention of Charlotte’s middle name Elizabeth.
I must ask my older cousin, John. Maybe he’ll know
I’ll list their children
John Rowley Van Sickle b 1910
Marian Van Sickle b 1912
Robert Eugene b 1914
Thanks for the beautiful photo, Shuey. (The guest blogger today).
Shuey is headed to Prudhoe Bay Alaska.
On his motorcycle.
Did I mention he started out in Nicevlle Florida?
That’s 4,862.7 miles, I just looked it up.
Yetter’s in Millvale, PASaturday morning.
I wanted my grandchildren to see an old time soda fountain. It was too early for ice cream so we bought some things to-go, for later after the Children’s Museum-snacks, bottles of water, chocolate coins and some sour patch kids from the candy selection.
We will return for ice cream before they head home.
I like molasses. Granted it’s been a few years since I’ve played CANDY LAND, but I missed the old Molasses Swamp. You get mired in a Chocolate Swamp these days. I read it was changed because today’s children don’t know what molasses is!
Molasses makes me think of cookies. Here’s a recipe (use butter instead of shortening) for Cookies-Molasses Crinkles. My mother baked them for years.
And yes the Candy Land artwork is different on the board. There’s a lot more “stuff” and it looks a bit clown-like now. I miss the ice cream floats. You still advance on the board by drawing a card with a colored square (or two) and moving your gingerbread piece to the matching color. The plastic gingerbread game pieces look like they are dancing nowadays. The classic candy Valentine conversation hearts bit the dust, too.
The board game is 67 years old, says it was created by Eleanor Abbott, a polio victim herself. Children in the hospital wards, afflicted with the disease, played her original game. Milton Bradley manufactured the first game in 1949 but now the brand is Hasbro.
My granddaughter Maura brought it to my house while she’s visiting. We played it a lot.
When I played with Anna (almost 13)she had the original version as an anniversary edition in a tin.
Another opportunity for me to feel antique and reflect how everything changes. Rapidly.
Where did Grandma Nutt come from?
Wrong holiday symbol found on the sidewalk in Columbus
Thursday afternoon, my friend Barbara showed me a pretty pillow she had made at Alterations Express. She used fabric from her mother. her grandmother’s handmade lace and her special pillow.
When I saw the fabric I said,”Oh, my friend Joanne gave me a knitting bag made of something similar and it’s French and has pastoral scenes.” but I couldn’t remember the term and had to look it up-
Toile du Jouy
Barbara went and got a box with beautiful pieces of lace, created by her grandmother, Josephine Cinquegranni DiGalbo (b. 1890) Notice the blue edge on the lace.
I looked at the lace with admiration. Such expert craftsmanship and beauty. I asked Barbara is she had a photograph of her grandmother.
Barbara’s Grandparents, Angelo and Josephine, on their wedding day.
Her grandmother’s town of origin was Castlebuono, Sicily. The photograph was taken on Butler Street in Lawrenceville, a Pittsburgh neighborhood.
And here is a photo of their daughter, Mary Ann, Barbara’s mother. I had the pleasure of knowing her and remember her for her kindness to my children.
And here are some of the lace specimens, her grandmother’s pattern books and crochet hook were in the box, too.
A note in Barbara’s mother’s hand about the lace.