Showing posts with label mittens. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mittens. Show all posts

October 10, 2016

Gathered


Neuhaus Displaced Persons Camp, Germany 1944. Relatives from my Dad's side adjust to camp life.

Thanks to my Toronto Cousin for making this photo available to us.

January 24, 2016

January 10, 2016

Snowy Sunday


Thatcher Woods, Suburban Chicago, January 1961. I'm dressed in red again, and I wear the Mickey-Mouse mittens. I take the snowman home, and we find a spot for him in the backyard.

January 3, 2016

We're not gloomy.


Suburban Chicago, January 1962. My Toronto Cousin and I are happy to go outside, even if the skies are cloudy.

December 1, 2014

November 26, 2014

Cheer up; we'll have a long weekend.


Kaunas, Lithuania, about 1936. Kaunas Nina reluctantly heads to school.

Thanks to Kaunas Nina's daughter—my Kaunas Cousin—for making this photo available to us.

April 1, 2014

Warmer Days


Near Kaunas, Lithuania, 1936. Kaunas Nina enjoys all kinds of weather.

Thanks to Kaunas Nina's daughter—my Kaunas Cousin—for making this photo available to us.

January 22, 2014

January 5, 2014

September 23, 2013

The Workplace

 
Schweinfurt, Germany, 1949. A friend of my Parents stands outside the UNRRA school where many Displaced Persons worked. Dad took this photo on the same day he and Mom made the"mitten promenade."

March 22, 2013

Easter Manners: Deliver the Lilies


Queen of Heaven Cemetery, Hillside, Illinois, March 1961. I bring flowers to the grave of my maternal Grandfather, Jake. The "family plot" stands near the monument honoring the children who perished in the Our Lady of the Angels fire.

The coat in this photo was blue. I also wore it on the day I tried out nursery school. Those Mickey-Mouse mittens lasted through the next winter.

February 14, 2013

February 7, 2013

More Snow


Suburban Chicago, January 1962. I may have made this snowman on my own. I suspect I used one of my Dad's pipe-tobacco canisters for the little guy's hat.

February 1, 2013

Don't worry; the hill isn't steep.


Downers Grove, Illinois, February 1962. I keep my eyes open as we sled down the hillette.