Last Monday’s memory post about my sister, Rose, resulted in some new-to-me old photos being forwarded to me by her daughter and granddaughter.
I was so excited to see these pictures. So many things in them are familiar to me, and I just had to share some of them today. (Just a reminder for those of you who may be visiting the blog for the first time: Rose was 15 years old when I was born, but I grew up in the same house that she did.)
Love this picture of Rose, taken when she was 17. The ponytail! And that old shed in Mom’s backyard holds so many memories for me. I know the exact spot in the driveway where this was taken.
This next picture was taken in Rose’s bedroom. The walls in that old house were made of narrow slats of wood. I love all the teenage girl decor: the pennants, and her matchbook collection around the edge of the dresser mirror. The dresser and vanity were still in that room during my time at home. She was certainly dressed up: maybe for a special date or dance? In later years, Rose and her two young children lived with us for a while, and there were bunk beds on the wall where that vanity is in this photo.
Although I didn’t go to high school in this same building, my elementary school was next door, and we attended some assemblies in the auditorium here. Gotta love those bobby socks (knee socks?) and saddle oxfords.
It was tradition that the senior class have fundraisers throughout their high school years in preparation of their senior trip to New York. That tradition was still in place when I was a student there. This picture was taken in what appears to be the back seat of a Trailways bus. Imagine how excited those country girls were to be going to New York City. (I remember that feeling: excitement, fear, nervous giddiness…) But knowing the spitfire that Rose was, she probably had no fear at all. Cute that she is putting lipstick on one of her classmates in this pic. Such a cute expression on her face.
This last picture was taken at the little beach in Rose’s boyfriend’s hometown (Claremont, Va). In the boat with her was her future mother-in-law, and that little girl is me. (My mom never learned to swim {neither did I}, so she had a huge fear of the water. I’m sure, because of that, Rose probably had a very tight grip on my hand.
Finding (or having sent to you) vintage photos that you have never seen before is so very special. Thanks, Gale, for sharing these with me.
~These Days Of Mine~
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