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I kind of love old photos.
These - and a whole bunch more - were rescued from my Bonma's house when she passed away - because my dad's side of the family has absolutely no concept of keeping things for sentimental value. Or just because they're neat. (They're weird, what can I say.)
(Let's introduce everyone, shall we? This is my Bonma and my Papa Jack's wedding photo. They lived in Belgium until the Holocaust started and my Bonma forged my Papa's (who was Jewish, the rest of his family was killed in the concentration camps) papers and they came to New York. These are his pictures.)
(My Papa, Bonma, and my Grandma.)
Photographie Guillaume
10, St Janskaai
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(Bonma.)
(I kind of have no idea what it says, since the only thing I can say in Dutch is Bonma (which means grandmother) and 'Oh, those pots and pans.' But it's pretty.)
(My Grandma Mariette. Who I pretty much wanted to be when I was little.)
(This is The Dog. He peed on Nazis shoes and lived to tell the tale. He was a good dog.)
(This one's much more on the newer side. The midgets on the floor are my dad and my Uncle Pat.)
My Marietteke.
And the army pictures, for Jen! (Though I have to admit that I have absolutely no idea who a lot of these people are. Or where they are.)
Jack & Manny entering the USA Army. 1942
England May 1944
(Probably at Base Camp.)
(Papa Jack's the one that should probably put on a shirt. *laughs*)
Daddy. in Australia. 1944. with love to my Dearest Daughter.
March 1946. American camp in France, where we spend a week, before getting on the S.S. Brazil to land in New York.
Jack. In front of my apartment.
(He was kind of a dork.)
a salut for the most beautiful woman, my wife.
(No, really, dork.)
Okay, dorking over. Back to your regularly scheduled something-or-others!
These - and a whole bunch more - were rescued from my Bonma's house when she passed away - because my dad's side of the family has absolutely no concept of keeping things for sentimental value. Or just because they're neat. (They're weird, what can I say.)
(Let's introduce everyone, shall we? This is my Bonma and my Papa Jack's wedding photo. They lived in Belgium until the Holocaust started and my Bonma forged my Papa's (who was Jewish, the rest of his family was killed in the concentration camps) papers and they came to New York. These are his pictures.)
(My Papa, Bonma, and my Grandma.)
Photographie Guillaume
10, St Janskaai
Antwerpen
(Bonma.)
(I kind of have no idea what it says, since the only thing I can say in Dutch is Bonma (which means grandmother) and 'Oh, those pots and pans.' But it's pretty.)
(My Grandma Mariette. Who I pretty much wanted to be when I was little.)
(This is The Dog. He peed on Nazis shoes and lived to tell the tale. He was a good dog.)
(This one's much more on the newer side. The midgets on the floor are my dad and my Uncle Pat.)
My Marietteke.
And the army pictures, for Jen! (Though I have to admit that I have absolutely no idea who a lot of these people are. Or where they are.)
Jack & Manny entering the USA Army. 1942
England May 1944
(Probably at Base Camp.)
(Papa Jack's the one that should probably put on a shirt. *laughs*)
Daddy. in Australia. 1944. with love to my Dearest Daughter.
March 1946. American camp in France, where we spend a week, before getting on the S.S. Brazil to land in New York.
Jack. In front of my apartment.
(He was kind of a dork.)
a salut for the most beautiful woman, my wife.
(No, really, dork.)
Okay, dorking over. Back to your regularly scheduled something-or-others!