Edward Byrne and Julia Grace Byrne Husband and Wife 1917 |
June 3, 1918
And then there were
three.
Elizabeth Ann "Betty" Byrne
Can you imagine being a mother
in 1918?
Mothers made their baby's diapers,
jammies, bibs, blankets and booties.
Mmmm .... did your mother sing you lullabies?
And Betty grew ... and grew.
A child living in the city of Chicago,
riding a pony.....
some things never change.
I have photos of my children
on ponies
on sidewalks .
A second child was born a few years later, Edward, "Bud" they called him. My grandparents had only two children .... I often wondered why. I eventually learned the reason why they had such a small family ... but the reason will stay put in "family lore."
I came by these next photos the only way a child in a family of eight kids gets anything before the rest of the mob gets it first:
I stole them ... along with a few more.
I was visiting my parents and saw their album sitting on a shelf in their bedroom. I wanted ... this one, and that one .... and those two ... and there's Mom riding a pony. I really want that one...
Then my Dad popped his head around the corner.
"What are you doing? You're not stealing those pictures , are you?"
"Who me? Would I do such a terrible thing like that?"
"Well, just put the album away when you're finished .... umm, looking at the pictures."
She was a young teenager in this photo. |
And becoming a beautiful young woman.
Just look at her! She's surrounded by attentive young men.
I would have more photos to post ... but it seems photo-thievery runs in the family. During one of my Mom's visits, and after my Dad died in 1984, she was looking through one of my albums. She pulled out one ... then another... and this one and that one .. holding them up toward me like a fanned-out deck of cards.
"Where'd you get these?"
"From Dad ... well, kind of from Dad ..." and I told her the scene in their room with the album.
She made a neat little pile of the pictures and put them into her suitcase. "I'm not finished with these pictures yet."
As I said, photo thievery runs in the family.
But for the life of me, I don't remember how I got them back into my album ........
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1 comment:
I really enjoyed this glimpse into G.G.'s life, Nonna. Such a sweet tribute. I love you!
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