Sepia Saturday - #203 - 16 November 2013

Life in the big city, or from an idyllic rural setting in an unspoiled country side,  possibly a quaint burg tucked away, or even by a seaside resort, you'll find doorways.


Home Sweet Home.

1903 Mackinac Island, Michigan.

 

A place where time doesn't exist.

 

Also, a unique local ordinance, prohibits the use of any motor vehicle on the island.

SEPIA SATURDAY






Still in pursuit of posting from my treasure of family memories,  sprinkled with a dash of a few unknowns.  I'm linking with Sepia Saturday which this week presents, the ever lasting, long running existence of the doorways in our lives.

"A very little key will open a very heavy door." - Charles Dickens

Each doorway, every person, has it's own story.

The photos below are presented from one of my grandmother's albums.



Breezing in.

 

Blurry, but nonetheless, my dear Daddy.

 

 

 

Also, from that same day, unknown lady in my father's life-

 

 

The one that got away!  Can you guess her thoughts?  "I just hope you miss me once I'm gone."

 

 

 

Ah, the one that caught my Daddy!

 

My mother standing in the doorway of my grandmother's new house being built in Jackson, Michigan.

 

 

 

From the pages, of why bother to write anything down, we'll never forget this lad.

 

Not exactly sure which male relative this is. Possibly, my father, or one of his cousins.

 

 

Adorable.

 

Yes she was, meet my Grandmother, Ada.

 

Charming.

 

A later picture of my stylish Grandma Ada.

 

Cosmopolitan.

 

Or, perhaps better described as, my grandmother's friend visiting from the city.  Her name is unknown to me.

 

 

Bliss.

 

A Wedding Anniversary Celebration, brother of my great-grandfather, from my grandma Ada's side of the family.  Her uncle and aunt, pictured by the steps leading to their house, but also trying to include their lovely, hanging flowers and picture window too.

 

 

Family.

 

But also a few unknowns.  This is my great-grandfather pictured on the left.  The couple, not listed and I have not a clue, but the boy could be my father, (most surely the same boy from the high chair) so quite possible he's one of my father's cousins.  It would explain the mother and father in the picture. 

 

Just another reason why we need to label pictures.

 

 

"No pessimist ever discovered the secret of the stars, or sailed to an uncharted land, or opened a new doorway for the human spirit." -  Helen Keller

 

 

 

Why not check out the other Sepia Saturday doorways as well here.

 

 

Knock, Knock!

 

Who's there?

 

Wanda.

 

Wanda who?

 

Wanda door opens, I'll stop da knocking!