this is the house that gram built. (early 1950's) located in shelley, idaho on elm street. it had 2 bedrooms, a small bath, a front room and the kitchen in the back. there was an unfinished basement piled high with laundry and a drain full of discarded brussel sprouts. the home housed 9 people and one incredible dog.
these are gram and auntie mae, mid to late 1920's
gram is the little one in the arms of her dad. she'll tell you that she was a daddy's girl, mainly due to the fact that she would rather clean the chicken coop than wash the dishes.
parrish spud harvest 1930's
grandma lizzie and the blackfoot grange kitchen band. i believe we should start a farmington grange kitchen band and cori should be our leader!
i like this one of grandma lizzie holding onto the hands of our very own gram.
and of course ~ the red gingham dress!* quote by Dan Wilcox and Thad Mumford, "Identity Crisis," M*A*S*H
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Lucas says, "She's a doll." regarding Gram's picture with Mae. We love seeing all these neat photos of our family. Thanks for sharing!
Ian wants to know why there is a cowboy in these pictures. He likes the cowboys!
If you look closely at the photo of the new house, off to the right, behind the newly built pink gemstone house that we had just moved into, you can see the old Vets" barracks where we were living before the house was built. They were torn down soon after and a park was built in its place, where I used to play ball almost daily. I seem to remember a couple of photos that pictured the dank, desolate, bare light bulb ambiance that we lived in while Dad and Mom were building the house on Elm Street next to Grandpa Davis' house (later Mama Jaramello's). This was a big step up, even if it was small and simple. It sure beat the Vet's. It was originally 304 East Elm St. but later on, the city changed our address to 324 E. Elm. I guess they thought maybe they needed higher numbers to allow for the huge expansion they must have been anticipating in the thriving metropolis of Shelley.
I remember sitting on that porch after it was built with a hammer in hand. There were pop bottles that had been inserted into the wet cement at the corners of the top stoop, where there was apparently a long ago, future plan for a cover over the porch one day. I remember banging on those pop bottles and trying to get all of the glass lining out of the concrete holes. Later on, I used to put marbles in the holes. Funny what you remember.
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