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Flashback Friday

Some of these might have been posted before but just take it like a man, nod approvingly and be polite. We have just about exhausted our family pics and are transitioning to other things. With our family trove siphoned amongst all the boys, my third is getting depleted. So, with that in mind, lets be brave, chins up everyone, and enjoy what we have left.



My mother, Marj, and her mother Mona.  You wouldn't know it from her stern looks, but Mona was the coolest G-Ma for us. Great times with her, just sorry we lost her so young.


My Dad's mother is on the right, I believe, and I have absolutely no idea what is going on here, but everything, from the costuming to the lighting to the creepy expressions is just plain eerie.   


Grandfather Dick at his Sinclair oil pump station in Ponema near Monmouth.  He is the guy on the couch in last week's Flashback Friday post.


Party for returning war hero Herb.  Or maybe he just married Marj.  EIhter, way it looks like a fun time.


Dashing Herb in the front yard with his 55 or 56 Buick.  Marj burned the car in the Quad Cities when she flipped her cig out the window and came back in the back window.  


Downtown Seaton, back when it was a hub of sorts.


Dick (R) and his brother posing in what would have been early 1900's.



Marj as a toddler.  Precious.



Herb and his football pose at College before the war would take him to the Pacific. 


Wedding picture.


Herb and his basketball team back in Seaton.  This would have been taken in late 30's.

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