Someone asked where all this written stuff comes from, and you can thank Pete for a whole lot of it. Below is the letter that he sent out about 15 years ago asking people to write things down. Thanks Pete. I don’t actually have a copy of any of that stuff, but my sister had some of it. Mary Jane sends me stuff from Uncle Vernon every once in a while. Aunt Naomi and Aunt Lolly typed up lots of stuff and got copies to me (you’ll be seeing more of all that shortly).
I don’t really have anything from Aunt Margie, Aunt Bea, Aunt Cleo, Uncle Mahlon or Uncle Lloyd. This is surprising in the case of the latter two, because you can’t hardly get them to stop talking. Maybe someone could just record them… Seriously though, it would be good to record some of these guys memories. I say we put Tom in charge of it.
12 responses to “Photo Friday”
I never seen anything as beautiful as that young man!! And he still is.
Goes to show that Pete and Lloyd are like minded in SOME things!!! . Pete with the tools of his day, and Lloyd with the tools of his day.
By the way, dont forget you DO have (a lot) stuff from Aunt Cleo!!!
That’s true. I just don’t have anything written by Aunt Cleo. That was pretty clever of her really.
Tom, Tom, he’s our man. If Tom can’t do it, nobody can! Tom can take all the material and stories and write a book about a hard workin, God fearing, large family. Makeing their way throgh the depression and despite setbacks come through intact and happy. Hummm Did somebody already do that? They used the wrong name. Who were the “Waltons”? Probable changed the name to protect the “guilty”!!! The “Sommerers” will be better!!
Oh I understand now…You want her “story”. Well, we will work on that!!!
Wow who is that handsome man standing beside his camera case? I think I knew him once. ha ha Just kidding Pete….you are still handsome.
Oh… I thought it was a cooler!!!
I’ve heard it said that Pete was considered Grandma’s 13th kid. He bridges the generations and keeps us all grounded. Yup, I dare say, he’s a very handsome cousin — even now. haha! Stop me if you’ve heard this one: I was playing in the back yard and Grandma was pealing potatoes with the basin in her lap watching us all. I got stung by a bee and Grandma told me to come over to her. She stuck my finger in her mouth and sucked out the poison, but instead of turning me lose, she had me sit there for what seemed like the longest, most oddly-close time spend with my Grandmother, with my finger in her mouth. I learned to take matters in to my own hands and find practical solutions, and don’t be a city-girl about it.
I was doing a little arithmetic a few months ago, and realized that My first memories of grandma were when she was about 76 years old. I never thought of her as old. I just thought of her as grandma. When you did something wrong and she told you to go out and cut a switch, you just did it. A few years later, when I was down at that farm mowing her yard, stacking wood, or whatever, she would call me Peter about half the time. That never bothered me though, because Peter was my godfather and I thought he was kinda neat.
I can’t read…if I didn’t have a day job I could visit the 7 children still living, get their stories and write something in 4 weeks.
I meant 8, stupid iPhone