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Throwback Thursday: Great-Uncle George

I'm going to try to be more consistent about scanning in old photos and sharing them on the blog, as well as on family history websites.  This week, I'm sharing some photos of my dad's Uncle George.
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These next two photos are of George and his wife, Dorothy.  
I think Dorothy might be about to sneeze, but I just couldn't resist posting this step-back-in-fashion-time photo!  Look at the poodle skirt, bobby socks, and cuffed jeans!


I particularly love this photo, because when I think of George, I think of him just like this:  at the annual family reunion.  He was the great organizer of the reunion, printing up name tags and pedigree charts, so we could all figure out how we related to each other.  
 

Dorothy died 10 years ago, and George passed away 5 years ago, but this photo transports me back in time to Bear Springs.  I can see the guys playing horseshoes; the three, white-haired little old ladies in folding chairs; the accordian player; the children running across the field to the creek; and the picnic spread of fried chicken, fresh cherries, and chocolate cake.  
   
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Thanks for family reunions!

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  1. Love the old photos! My Dad was the organizer and sadly now that he has gone the family get togethers and reunions have faded away. I hope someone in your family has taken up the organizing!

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  2. Love the photos. I think I would have liked Uncle George.

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