Feeling Nostalgic

After the first big snowstorm, I headed to NJ for Christmas as you may have read in my previous post. It was my first one without Guillaume, so it was a bit difficult this year. Anyhow, for some reason I got super nostalgic and began to look back at old pictures. I made my parents get out the slide projector.

Setting up the screen and the slide projector could be a whole other post. I'm not sure how people dealt with that thing in the past. Now all you have to do is plug a cord into your television. We had to figure out which way the slides went and stick them one by one in all those little slots. What a pain.

I didn't care, though. I was bent on seeing photos of Amy as a newborn and a toddler, my great-grandparents and my young parents. It turns out we have a million boxes of slides from the early 70s up through the late 80s or early 90s. We couldn't see them all, but we got through a bunch of them while sitting by the fire place and drinking some wine. It was cozy.

Lucky for you, I'll be getting a slide scanner and featuring a few slides on this blog. However, for the time being, you'll have to settle for the prints I've found. As I was looking for a DVD of my dad when he was little, I found a photo album that Grandma Elsie must of made of her favorite old photos. It was a treasure trove of pictures (with captions!) of her mom, her mom's sister, her dad, baby pictures of my grandpa and my dad. It was fun to go through. I'm slowly scanning them all.

Above is your first installment from grandma's album. You'll see her engagement picture to my grandpa, a photo of her in her wedding dress on her wedding day in 1939 and a cool action shot of her and my grandpa coming down the stairs of the church. Check out his dapper jacket. They look so young and happy.

The last photo is my grandmother with a little boy who might be my grandpa's brother, George, but I'm not sure. (Does anyone know?) They are on the steps of "The Old House," which I've heard stories about all of my life. It is located in Finderne on Main Street.

More on The Old House in another post as I have a photo of the woman who my great-grandfather bought the house from (also from grandma's album)! Did people do that at that time? We didn't do that when we sold our houses. Anyhow, The Old House feels like a family member to me and represents a lot of history and perhaps that's why we have tons of photos of it, including its previous owner.

In the meantime, I'll keep scanning and continue to post more. Hope you enjoy them as much as I did.

PICTURED: Elsie (Biacovsky) Andrews and Julius Andrews.