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Throwback Thursday: More Family Photos

Today's Thursday, which means it's time for another installment of old family photos.  I'm trying to post many of the photos my grandma gave me, so that other members of the family will have access to them. 
 
My uncle and my dad.  It's funny; growing up, I always heard that I looked like my mom (and we do look alike!), but I can see my oldest son in this photo of my dad--and oldest son looks like me.  I can also see my cousin Becky's smile in my uncle's smile here.  

Dad, Grandma, and Uncle Bud



 I love Grandpa's and Bud's matching overalls in this photo.  I can probably count on one hand the number of times I saw Grandpa wearing something other than overalls.  Of course, I have photos that show him in different clothes, but when I picture Grandpa, I picture him in overalls.  



This is probably one of the latest family photos with Bonnie.  I don't know why they happened to have a photo taken this day, but I'm sure glad they did!

Have you taken a family photo lately?

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Thanks for old photos and the ability to share them, but more importantly, thanks for the people in the photos!

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  1. I love seeing old photos - the clothing, the vehicles and the surroundings.

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  2. Great pictures -- I love old black and whites and I love the car with the white walls. Takes you back! Glad you have them to share!

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  3. What a treasure it is to have all of these family photos.

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  4. I wish I had more photos from my past...

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