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My Mother, born in 1926. Oldest sibling of 6 kids. Lived in the middle of nowhere, north of Gooderham, Ontario on Glamor Lake and Her Father went out the door one day in the late 30's and said he was going to Haliburton to find some work and never came back. I always thought he was dead as he was never spoken about, but at 14 years old I learned he was still alive. My Mother filled that household void until her 2 Brother's got older.. Granma sent her into Peterborough at 12 years old to be a maid and to send money home. The picture on the fire escape with the guitar is the Peterborough YMCA in 1944 when troops were marching down George Street after returning home and is where she met my then 17 year old Father who had lied about his age to enlist. She bought that Dubro from Sears / Roebuck when she was 16, I still have it today.
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8th photo down... do I see a pig in there?
Yes that is Pacillio,
named after a buddy of mine Dave's dad
who was running for reelection & the ElDorado Co. Sheriff at the time,
we let advertise for his election on our land
I built parts of his (Pacillio's) pens' & sleeping box
out the the "Pacillio for Sherrif" sign 8'x12' signage/plywood
& 4x4" posts

he was my pet sort of,
but intended as a long term FFA project (Future Farmers of America)
& 4H shows, at several county fairs 1st place Yorkshire Pigs

he followed me everywhere, chase the horses (3)/cattle
he was a real character, he'd fish in the pond, go in
duck his head under & come up with bluegills

when I'd go fishing, I'd feed him 1/2 of what I caught
he loved the fish
I'd put them in his water trough & he'd grab & eat them,
pretty cool to watch

(my parents processed him while I was out of town)

He was the best bacon I ever ate, lean, great backstrap chops sausage & hams too
I got over it pretty quick, I was a rancher kid, into agriculture
I saw a lot of animals that were raised for meat... (can't get too attached)

Still it was tough, he was a real character, like my shadow
I didn't take photos of many of the ranch animals, I did for him...
 
Yes that is Pacillio,
named after a buddy of mine Dave's dad
who was running for reelection & the ElDorado Co. Sheriff at the time,
we let advertise for his election on our land
I built parts of his (Pacillio's) pens' & sleeping box
out the the "Pacillio for Sherrif" sign 8'x12' signage/plywood
& 4x4" posts

he was my pet sort of,
but intended as a long term FFA project (Future Farmers of America)
& 4H shows, at several county fairs 1st place Yorkshire Pigs

he followed me everywhere, chase the horses (3)/cattle
he was a real character, he'd fish in the pond, go in
duck his head under & come up with bluegills

when I'd go fishing, I'd feed him 1/2 of what I caught
he loved the fish
I'd put them in his water trough & he'd grab & eat them,
pretty cool to watch

(my parents processed him while I was out of town)

He was the best bacon I ever ate, lean, great backstrap chops sausage & hams too
I got over it pretty quick, I was a rancher kid, into agriculture
I saw a lot of animals that were raised for meat... (can't get too attached)

Still it was tough, he was a real character, like my shadow
I didn't take photos of many of the ranch animals, I did for him...
Oh , man... you're a tougher man than I.
I don't think I could ever be a rancher - afraid I'd get too attached to some of the animals. I KNOW I woulda been attached to that pig... what a great little porker.
I know that he was an FFA project and all that, and I know how that works, but still... :(
 
OK... a little off topic, but sorta connected. Forgive me if it's too 'off' - certainly don't mean to derail this great thread.
1993 marked the 50th year that my father had been driving. [he started at 13; nobody bothered with a 'license' in those days especially in rural SE Oklahoma] Even tho Grandma and Grandpa didn't 'have the pot or the window to throw it out of' , Grandma was able to take photos occasionally, and was good about it. She had a picture - usually just one - of every car dad had until he was an adult and started taking his own. I decided to make a collage - sorta like Mr Budnik's - of all dad's vehicles in honour of his 50 years of motoring. Grandma dug up the pictures she had, I went over to mom and dads when they werent home and dug out the rest, had dupes made, put them in chronological order and had them matted and framed, and gave it to him for Father's Day. Dad loved it. Everyone who sees it seems to like it. [for his birthday I did one for dogs - think he liked that one even better. Added in the two cars he added before his passing and his 2 bikes later] Just thought I'd throw it out there; maybe some of y'all might consider doing the same...
So, in a way, this is sorta kinda old family photos... :)
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[kindly excuse the poor photo quality, glare and such - just snapped these last night when I was over at moms]
 
Mama’s cousins wedding photo.
7/3/49
Evelyn & Bud were their names.

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Years later, same folks anniversary…


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My great grandparents wedding photo.
My mom’s side of family.
This was in Sicily.
They were both in their 90’s when they passed.
I remember visiting them often when I was a kid.
Gerlando and Maria were their names.

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My wife’s aunt Margaret and uncle Harold wedding photo.

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My wife’s grandparents.
Margaret and Mahlon.

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My wife’s mom and dad’s wedding.
Gene & Bernice.
Around 1955 IIRC.

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My grandparents on my mom’s side.
Bill & Josephine.

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My grandparents on my dad’s side.
Donald and Lucille.

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Last of what I’d consider “old family photos”.
Mama has our living room plastered with old photos of family from long ago.
She really shines in that area IMO.

These are my great grandparents on my dad’s side.
John and Maria.

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These pics are great. Wish I had some of my mom’s parents. Grandfather was a German immigrant who spoke German, Russian and English languages. Earned his US citizenship being an interpreter in the WWII peace talks in Versailles France. He was in the US a couple years before he was asked to do that.
 
They were young teenagers in that pic. Do you know any young teenagers that are happy? Lol
Read an article recently about why people didn’t smile in old photos: Early pictures required a LOT of exposure time when people had to be stone-still for a long while during the photo take.
 
Oh , man... you're a tougher man than I.
I don't think I could ever be a rancher - afraid I'd get too attached to some of the animals. I KNOW I woulda been attached to that pig... what a great little porker.
I know that he was an FFA project and all that, and I know how that works, but still... :(
I struggled with it a lot, but understand the food chain too
& the economics & business aspect too...

I had several animals like that growing up, some FFA or 4H projects
(my way of keeping them out of the herd, I felt sorry for)
I know it's counter-productive but, I'm an animal lover at heart...

I also had a Charolais Bull, named Kevin, he was a pet, in HS
At our agriculture facility, chip off the ol' block like dad & uncle Tink...
I helped bring him into the world, she (Mother Cow) was struggling really bad
he was gonna die otherwise, we got him out, not my 1st time either
his mother abandoned him at birth, totally rejected him
she wouldn't nurse him & would kick him to keep him away...

I'm a sucker I felt sorry for the lil' dude, they were gonna sell him for veal...
Not on my watch they weren't...
They said;
"I'd have to take care of him & feed him" etc.
I had to milk a 1/2 wild cow to get the colostrum, from the 1st milk production of the cow...
Or he wouldn't probably have survived...
I spent 2 months in a barn, of my (sophomore year) summer off, sleeping on a cot &
bottle feeding him every 3-4 or so hrs at the school ag. farm facility,
25 miles from my home...
Until he could fend for himself...

He was or acted like a big *** dog, he'd follow me everywhere,
even suck on my fingers until he was like 3 months old,
it was cute as hell...
I could leash walk him too, nobody else could, even Debbie Mc.,
he was very territorial & even protective of me
& a girl Debbie Mc./from ROP ag. classes, that helped me raise him...

He'd headbutt people, ram or simulate goring them, those he didn't know
literally, he'd push them out of "his pen"...
Thank god he had no horns "yet"
It was sort of funny, cute until he got over 1,200+ #s, grew the horns
he'd sort of do that, headbutting to me too, but like rubbing his
forehead in my back, against me like affection, when wanted attention...
(if that makes any sense ?)

I knew he was only kept alive because I said;
I had sold them on the idea "we can sell his 'semen/sperm/seed'
it was like $1,500 to $5,000 a shot"
not fun collecting it...Then froze for later sales...
He truly was a big prize Bull...
A vet did that stuff, it's not a pretty sight, I won't go into details,
I'll spare everyone that...

The school ended up selling him for $15,000,
the summer after I graduated, 1977'
After Debbie Mc. was a year behind me & she said couldn't do it herself...
He kept a bunch of school or ROP ag. projects going,
that otherwise would have never happened, because of his income,
about as much as $60,000 gross a year, over 2 plus years,
to the schools ROP ag. farm coffers...

It wasn't cheap to feed or take care of him, especially vet or breeding stuff,
he was a handfull, but he brought in 4+ times what he cost too;
To transport to the vet or breeders & shows &/or sell his seed,
even after feed & vet bills, show winnings etc...

Why "in the hell" would you sell him for $15,000...
My dad sold the ranch & moved north, a few months after I graduated
for my stepmother's career, he paid for, then she dumped him shortly after that...
I had no place to keep him while going to school etc.
or I would have...

But the sale of Kevin
Made no good economic sense, he was an asset, not a burden...
I think the ROP ag. teachers were afraid of him...

He "allegedly" went to a breeder out of state, Idaho or NV IIRC
that specialized in Rodeo animals...
Never saw him after that, the school wouldn't tell me where either...

Photo "Not of him/Kevin", but a good representative of the likes of him,
as an adult, very similar markings etc.
But he had a few more like 20+ each side lil' light brown spots

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Read an article recently about why people didn’t smile in old photos: Early pictures required a LOT of exposure time when people had to be stone-still for a long while during the photo take.
I asked my Grandma once why no one smiled in old photos' Grandma said , "Honey, there wasn't anything TO smile about..."
 
Grandma on my dad's side, she was the sweetest woman I've ever known.

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My sister and I

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I lost Mom in 2019

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