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Throwback Thursday: Grandma and her Family

I just love these old photos from the 1920's.

These are my great-grandparents, Edna and Donald, with their first child, Helen.

This is my great-great-grandmother, Alta, with my grandma Alta, and Helen.  Grandma doesn't look too happy about having to stand still and have her picture taken!


This is one of my favorites.  Helen is so protective of her little brother, George.  Grandma also has a hand around George's neck. 
 

This is probably one of the last photos that was taken of Helen, who died when she was 7 years old.  Her mom, Edna, is holding little sister Golda.  Alta, George, and Helen are standing in front. I imagine that Edna sewed the matching dresses, though I don't know for sure.

 
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I'm thankful for my grandparents and their family members.

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  1. I so enjoy your old family photos, not just for the people, but for the background and the general feel of them. Awesome.

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  2. Great photos - thanks for sharing them.

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  3. What wonderful photos! Thank you for sharing them. It is so fun to see the different fashions and the different hair styles!

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  4. I love to watch old pictures, especially of families. We have a lot of those too at home, but it sadens me that I can't ask about the people in them anymore.
    Thanks for sharing and have a great weekend together. Are you making plans for a fun weekend with John??

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  5. I am a big fan of old family photos as well. I immediately started comparing faces in the old photos to the faces in the photo of your family that is always displayed on your blog. So fun looking for similarities.
    Made me sad to think of young Helen dying at age 7. She looks like such a model first born in the photo where your grandmother is protesting! And the hair cuts in the middle shots are fabulous. Thanks for sharing. ~May

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