oddball247
Crazy Bones
Unto the pure all things are pure... ~Titus 1:15
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Post by oddball247 on Oct 25, 2007 18:40:05 GMT -5
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Post by *~Mrs. Cooper ~* on Oct 27, 2007 23:30:25 GMT -5
Oh my goodness -- I will be in this thread for months! Finally a place to share all my favorite pictures! Awww, don't worry, we all swipe 'em from someplace -- where else could we get it? Never feel bad about sharing pictures (from wherever you get them); just so long as they get around -- that's all that matters! I'll post some photos tomorrow -- I'm on limited time here this evening
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Post by writer4christ on Nov 2, 2007 15:20:27 GMT -5
Okay, I don't have any to share atm, but Rose, you should post that one of the little boy and the man that are looking out onto the water. The one that you used to have on your myspace. Do you know which one I mean?? It's one of my utter favorites.
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oddball247
Crazy Bones
Unto the pure all things are pure... ~Titus 1:15
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Post by oddball247 on Nov 2, 2007 22:33:11 GMT -5
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Post by writer4christ on Nov 2, 2007 23:32:26 GMT -5
I love that picture. It makes me cry, because that little boy looks just like my brother from the back. And it's just so serene, it makes me think of my dad too. Which totally sets me off crying...
Stupid tear ducts...Thank you for posting that for me, Rose.
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oddball247
Crazy Bones
Unto the pure all things are pure... ~Titus 1:15
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Post by oddball247 on Nov 3, 2007 0:21:34 GMT -5
You are so welcome. It kind of DOES look like your brother! lol...that's crazy. Your dad has both of his legs doesn't he? ~Rose
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Post by *~Mrs. Cooper ~* on Nov 3, 2007 0:45:09 GMT -5
"Don't lose it again"
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oddball247
Crazy Bones
Unto the pure all things are pure... ~Titus 1:15
Posts: 179
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Post by oddball247 on Nov 3, 2007 2:36:43 GMT -5
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oddball247
Crazy Bones
Unto the pure all things are pure... ~Titus 1:15
Posts: 179
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Post by oddball247 on Nov 3, 2007 2:43:17 GMT -5
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Post by *~Mrs. Cooper ~* on Nov 3, 2007 4:32:47 GMT -5
"The officer with the mustache is my grandma's brother, 1st Lt Johnny Ryan (US Army Air Force). He was a copilot on a B-24 Liberator in Europe. Johnny and the crew were taking part in a bombing mission of the Nazis' Ploesti oil fields in Romania--the main source of oil for the Nazis in the war. It was a low-altitude mission as they flew over from Libya. Johnny's plane, the "Wonga Wonga," crashed before they could drop their bombs. The Ploesti bombing run, or Operation Tidal Wave, would become the largest-scale air raid in the European theater. It was laden heavy with their payload, and there was a problem with the formation, so when the pilot of the Wonga Wonga had to cut back on airspeed to make way for another B-24, they stalled and never recovered. All the crew were killed, including my grand-uncle Johnny." community.livejournal.com/vintagephoto/355083.html#cutid1"These poor guys were captured by allied forces after D-day. These are Mongol and Hetman soldiers fighting on behalf of the German army. Many ethnic Central Asians joined the German army to fight the Russians with the hopes of ending White Russian oppression and genocides on their people. As the German campaign on the eastern front collapsed, many of them were re-assigned to units on the western front and were captured in France and Belgium." For you, Rose: community.livejournal.com/vintagephoto/284638.html#cutid1The look on the baby's face spells "uh oh, gas!" And the look on the stuffed dog is priceless! *Whispers* It's a love note from Gary: And now for something completely different:
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Post by writer4christ on Nov 3, 2007 13:54:10 GMT -5
Yes, Rose, my dad has both of his legs. But he had surgery when I was younger and I was terrified that he'd have to get one of his legs amputated.
LOL to the nun pic. That TOTALLY makes me laugh.
All of my favorite vintage pics are ones that have been taken recently that have a vintage look to them. Should I post them anyway?
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Post by *~Mrs. Cooper ~* on Nov 3, 2007 16:52:59 GMT -5
My photobucket account is on the fritz again; I'll upload more in a bit.
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oddball247
Crazy Bones
Unto the pure all things are pure... ~Titus 1:15
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Post by oddball247 on Nov 3, 2007 23:16:38 GMT -5
Yes, Mindsy; PLEASE upload them. ;D WOW, Kim! That's an amazing, bittersweet story about your great uncle Johnny. I was blown away...do you know anymore to the story or did you have any other relatives who fought during that time? I love to fill my head with their stories. And those vintage pics you posted are priceless. Thanks for the pics of some of the Germans; just more to add to my WWII collection! *huggies* ~Rose P.S. Love the girl with the alligator; that is very Louisiana-style. lol...
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Post by *~Mrs. Cooper ~* on Nov 3, 2007 23:30:20 GMT -5
It isn't my Uncle; these are stories I've found on Livejournal and posted here. I love the pictures but what makes them even more amazing is to read the behind the scenes of each one.
I found this one spot where a girl and guy had written letters to each other -- I guess there were pictures of them both but it was no longer available (only the text was written out). So I'm trying to save as much of these posts as possible so they aren't erased completely.
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Post by *~Mrs. Cooper ~* on Nov 3, 2007 23:41:03 GMT -5
A little history behind my grandpa's story. My grandpa came to America from Latvia on a boat in the 1940's, fleeing persecuted Latvia. He doesn't talk about his past -- ever -- but there was one time he broke down and started crying when he saw a picture (found in the attic) of some guy. No one had ever seen this picture (neither my dad or his sister). Dad asked who it was and he couldn't speak for minutes. He then finally told us that it was his brother whom he was forced to shoot in Russia. He left Latvia and never saw his family again. My grandma moved to New York in the 40's/50's then met my grandpa (neither knowing, at the time, that she was on the same boat as he was). They moved to Minneapolis, Minnesota where my grandpa's been living eversince. It's really cool to see pictures of my dad when he's 2 in the same house where I visit every weekend.
I have photos of them both, but it'll take some time to find them.
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oddball247
Crazy Bones
Unto the pure all things are pure... ~Titus 1:15
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Post by oddball247 on Nov 4, 2007 9:38:05 GMT -5
Oh, I feel smart. *cowars in the corner*
Wow.........I like your story better. Gee that truly is something you can NEVER sympathize with unless you go through it yourself. So he NEVER EVER talks about it? My mom's family (father, uncles, etc.) never talked about their war experiences...
I wish I could have broken the ice.
~Rose
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Post by writer4christ on Nov 4, 2007 20:08:09 GMT -5
Wow, that's an amazing story. My friend moved here from Latvia when she was two or three. I love that one. It's one that was taken recently, obviously. (found it on deviantart.) (and that one actually is vintage...) We went to Branson for vacation last month, and we went by this really nice museum. They had this poster up.
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Post by *~Mrs. Cooper ~* on Nov 4, 2007 21:57:44 GMT -5
My grandma, my dad and my aunt (Daina). She runs the Bette Davis fanpage on myspace. My grandma's side of the family (she's the little one). My grandpa, my dad (the little guy) and his sister (the baby) with my grandma -- in that same house he lives in today. My grandma in Latvia. She was one of the best accordion players. (Martin, this was the accordion I played in my video!) Great-great grandparents on my mother's side: My grandmother learned English by reading both the American Bible and her Latvian Bible. She brought a dictionary along with her as well: The Latvian dictionary: A page from the dictionary: The outside cover of the Bible: The inside of the Bible: My grandma, Daina, and grandpa: Grandpa...in his favorite chair. The inside of her Latvian Bible: My older brother Aaron and my older sister Chris. I cleaned my grandpa's house a couple months back and I took a video of it. lol, I know I'm an idiot, but my memory is AWFUL and I'm always afraid I'll forget the inside of his amazing house. So once upload that video you can see me dusting the shelf back there; and that image of the Marine is my dad. My dad in the Philippines: Another picture of my dad: *sporting a lovely cigarette* My dad...again. My grandma is the little girl in the middle. (Fourth from the left and third from the right): Grandma, dad, and grandpa: Grandma with a horse from her farm in Latvia (She adored horses): Another neat story is that when my grandma lived on her farm in Riga, Latvia, everyone had the worst problems with gypsies; they would steal all the food from the farms and leave huge messes behind themselves. My grandma's father left food, blankets, and pots on the outskirts of their property...and the gypsies left them completely alone...even liked them enough to leave jewelry! The enlarged version of my dad in the Marines: Another picture of my dad in the military: In the early 90's my grandma started to suffer from alzheimers. She worked in the Minnesota Country Club next to my dad in Minneapolis. When her disease got worse she would escape from the house and take a bus down to the Club. She'd hide behind trash cans and call my dad from a payphone while he was at work and told him that grandpa is trying to kill her. My grandpa would try an feed her food and medication but she suspected him of trying to murder her so she'd run away. Things got worse and they put her into a nursing home. She spent 9 years in that awful place and died just a couple years ago. My grandpa would visit her every single day and give the nice nurses some kit-kats (almost like a 'thank you' for taking care of his wife). He'd bring her her favorite ice cream Haagen-Dazs and make sure she was well cared for. She never remembered any of us and didn't speak a word. It broke my heart when I'd see him sit next to her and feed her; she was intently looking at him, sometimes a couple tears would roll down her cheeks. She didn't remember us grandkids, but she knew him -- I know she did. A few months before she died my dad took this picture. He came to visit one day and they told him she wasn't doing very well and that it would be wise to call my dad to prepare him. She laid in her bed and as she took her final breath he leaned over and kissed her forehead and said, "Goodbye deary, I love you." All right, I know this gets really annoying but I absolutely LOVE history so I go all out, lol.
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