Last week’s post about the miscellaneous pictures from the loose photos drawer inspired me to go through an old cigar box I had set aside from dad’s belongings. I had been meaning to go through it earlier, but had gotten caught up in the busy, everyday activities of life.
It turns out that dad had tossed several interesting things aside to categorize later. Some of the items are over a hundred years old. Of particular note is a postcard sent to a distant relative from Moline, Illinois. The card is written in 1912, entirely in Swedish. My Swedish skills are rudimentary at best, so I’ll need to use an Internet translator to understand the message.
There is a tiny envelope with a 1914 postmark that contains a New Year’s greeting. The thing is only four-and-a-half inches long by two-and-a-half inches tall. It was addressed to one of my ancestors who farmed in Wayne County, Nebraska.
Perhaps the most beautiful photograph looks like it was taken by a professional photographer. The sisters include my paternal grandmother, the youngest one shown. The other girls are some of my great-aunts. All of these people lived long, happy lives.
The fuzzy picture was shot at some unrecorded time, perhaps in the early 1920s or late 1910s. I don’t know why someone wrote “Tris” on it. On the reverse, written in pencil, is the caption, “Children of Gust Gnirk’s, Esther, Leona, and Freddy at Burke, S.D.”
The faded, washed out Kodacolor print has the processor’s date of September 10, 1955. My maternal great-grandparents Katy and Gust Gnirk hold my sister and me for the photographer. I’m guessing that dad took the picture with his old Kodak camera.
These are just a few of the images that have triggered a feeling of nostalgia for times I never personally experienced and a fuzzy memory of my great-grandparents.