Hey – That’s Me!

I was quite surprised when I received an email from Gini of Ginisology last month asking if I would answer some questions for the “May I Introduce to You ….” series at GeneaBloggers. I feel very honored to be recognized this week. Thank you, Gini and Thomas MacEntee for publishing this series.

I wrote my responses in a hurry – thinking I had procrastinated. Then I learned that there were still a couple of weeks before it would post. I thought about going over it with a fine tooth comb to make it better. But I didn’t. So my “off the cuff” words stand in perpetuity.

If you would like to read it, just follow this link.

You may have noticed I’m not blogging as much as usual – pretty much just getting out a Sepia Saturday post – and sometimes not even that. And I’m not getting around to my fellow bloggers to read and comment as I like to do. I hope that will change soon. The older I get, the more a little change in routine seems to put everything off kilter.

Sepia Saturday – (S)No Shoveling

Sepia Saturday provides bloggers with an opportunity to share their history through the medium of photographs. Historical photographs of any age or kind become the launchpad for explorations of family history, local history and social history in fact or fiction, poetry or prose, words or further images.

Winter in central Texas has been even milder than usual. In February the temperature has already reached 85 degrees and many days have seen the upper 70s. The apple tree in our back yard (an Israeli variety) is full of buds and a couple have blossomed. One of my friends recently posted a screenshot on Facebook of her weather app showing a temp of 75 degrees and wrote: “January helps me survive August here.”

So true!

Anyway, I thought about posting our rare (but not sepia) pictures of the few times we have had measurable snow in the past 15 years, but as I looked through some of the older family pictures, I came across one that seemed perfect for this week’s prompt.

Here we have snow, houses in the background, window coverings, a short fence (or porch railing) partially hidden by snow, a post, warm hats and coats. Most important, though, are the people with snow shovels who are not shoveling. And a bystander – or in this case – a bysitter.

The photograph came from my Grandmother’s photo album and was probably taken in Weedsport, New York during the winter of 1940-41. The cute kids are the children of Fred and Carol Webber, my great aunt and uncle. (Fred being my Grandmother Abbie’s younger brother.)

Now take a break from your shoveling and warm yourself while visiting other Sepia Saturday bloggers.

 

 

 

 

 

Restaurant Serves Family Picture

My husband was in Houston for a couple of days this week and had dinner one night at Carraba’s Italian Grill. Go figure.

He met Johnny Carrabba.

He had a celebrity sighting – actor G. W. Bailey, who played Detective Lt. Provenza on The Closer. I miss Provenza and Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson and the rest of the Major Crimes Division.

He made a trip to the restroom.

This is significant only because he spotted this photograph on the way back to his table.

His grandfather is in the picture.

Back row. Third from the right. Joe Loverde. Joe’s brother is there too, husband tells me. He thinks there’s a great uncle from his Dad’s side of the family in there as well.

He went back and asked Johnny about the photograph. Apparently it’s some kind of Italian-American club. Something else for us to look into.

Too bad the image quality isn’t better. iPhone, through glass, dimly lit restaurant.

You never know where a bit of family history might be hiding in plain sight.