Days Gone By (Photographs must be twenty years or older and include people please)
Featured Work
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Shwedagon Pagoda, Rangoon, Burma by John Spies
Rangoon’s most famous Pagoda. This image was taken in 1984, before the demonstrations and elections that resulted in the power grab by the present military junta. Nikon FM2, Nikkor 28mm lense, kodachrome slide film. / Featured on Home Page, July 6, 2009…
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My Chickasaw Grandfather , Monge Plummer Wright andGrandmother,Anna David Wright by Texaslady60
Grandfather was an Outdoorsman , Fishing was certainly a big part of his life, Here he is at our Cabin in Clarita Okalhoma, Grandfather made bows and was so creative in making something out of nothing .. Grandmother just hated the Flower planters he made form old Tractor tires.. He would paint them these colorful colors .. She would say she felt like she lived in a Crayola Box. This was taken back in the early 50’s.
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Watering Betty by cdcantrell
Old black an white Photography / of my wifes mom
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The Bennetts by restlessd
This is a photo of my maternal grandparents. The photo was faded on the left & top edges so I scanned & restored it using Photoshop; curves, levels & cloning tools. / Taken in 1937 Featured in Group Days Gone By / —
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Fishing Betty by cdcantrell
Old Photography Black an white 1930s / my wifes mom
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Blackpool by MayWebb
taken in the fifties
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My Mum by David Holmes
Heavily retouched pic of my mum, was very water damaged and the usual cracking etc. My mum is my inspiration for life and keeps me going when i just want to give up…..love ya mum
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My Angels by Margaret Harris
Colored photograph of two children in bathtub / Kodak paper. original picture / The kids are one and three / My daughter Tanya really kept me busy back then / This was taken in 1980
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3 of the Porter Boys by Rochelle Buckley
Featured in Days Gone By (Photographs must be twenty years or older and include people please) This delightful trio are the Porter Boys / From Left to right: Robert (Bob – Dad), Noel (Noddy) and Darrell (Daz or Dags). / Barry is not pictured here as he was not yet born, he is now 56 so I guess this picture is at least that old. / See below for image “Before Restoration” /
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Ed's Mom and Dad by Edward Henzi
My Dad Walt and my Mom Vickie. This was taken on their first real date at the World Exhibition at Angel Island near San Francisco in 1939.
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Jean Circa 1915 a Photograph of our Family's Auntie by Virginia McGowan
Photograph of family Great Auntie looking angelic for the camera I believe only for the camera though. Original old photograph of a family Aunt taken in 1915 this looks so beautiful in the flesh! and would look beautiful in a poster form and framed in an antique style.
Recent Work
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1962 Somewhere in Sth Aust. by Woodie
This was taken, according to the writing on the back of the photo that I sent to my mam / “Outside an Aussie pub, 70 miles inland from Adelaide, 1962” / I’ve always thought there was a bit of an optical illusion about this photo, ‘cause if you blank me out the hotel looks smaller. (or I should look much bigger!!LOL)
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No Streets of Gold by Nadya Johnson
I believe this is the only photo in existence of my grandfather on my mother’s side, Stephan (pronounced the Russian way—Step-AHN). I don’t remember him too well because he passed away when I was 10. I do remember, that he used to sit at the kitchen table in Chicago playing Solitaire, often staring out the window – especially in the spring when the big catalpa trees just beyond the alley were in bloom. I used to ask, “What is he doing, looking out the window all the time?” They always told me, “Thinking of the Old Country. That’s what he does.” No wonder, looking back… he came from nobility in Russia, but got himself in hot water with the family when he married my grandmother, Anastasia. She was a peasant on his father’s land. That was Unheard Of! And, unacceptable. For that indiscretion, he was summarily disowned and sent packing – to Moscow, as I recall. They did not remain there though, having heard about the fortunes to be made in America. Well, we all know the story.. “Streets of Gold.” Whether he believed that I don’t know; but my grandmother did – or so the family always told me later on. Upon arrival in New York, so the story went, “she cried for weeks.” Whether due to disappointment, I can’t say… Before she left the old country, two of her children died from flu. Anthony and Katherine were their names – one was three and one was four. Stephan had gone ahead of her. She was expecting child #3 when he departed for the States. By the time she got to England the baby, George, was six months old. When she arrived at Ellis Island having missed the Titanic, as the story went (because the baby caught the measles thus delaying her for two full weeks – they were put in quarantine), she had just the baby – the other two were gone – and when Stephan learned the tragic news, it was said he promptly keeled over in a faint, from shock. I have not been able to determine if she was really booked aboard the RMS Titanic but the year was right. She came to America in 1912. Later, my grand-dad used to say his “stupidity had saved his life.” That’s because when the Revolution came in 1917, most of his family were killed. If not for breaking all the rules and marrying a serf against his father’s wishes, he’d have been there too, no doubt. This was not taken in Chicago where they lived by the time I came along, but in Detroit when he worked for Ford. He tried many different jobs in many different places – including several years in West Virginia in the coal mines. He did not like the coal mines much… “never got to see the light of day,” as my mother put it later on. And after nearly dying in a mine collapse, he pulled up stakes again, returning to Chicago where in time the family pooled their money (everybody worked from 13 years of age and up) and bought a fine old brownstone on the near-west side, which at that period of time was a prestigious neighborhood in which to settle down. I think his heart was always “in the Old Country,” though – - somewhere near Chernobyl, as a matter of fact! Can’t go see it now, but they always told me it was green, forested in birch and pine, carpeted with wildflowers in the spring , and “beautiful enough to die for.” I think that’s why my mother used to cry every time she heard the old Russian song, “The Birch Tree.” She had never even been there! Nor did she ever make it there, even though she always said she’d make the trip. Yet in so many ways, we’re haunted by the mis-adventures of our predecessors- whether we know too much about their lives, or not!
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The Time I Climbed the Mountain by Nadya Johnson
For years, my mother talked about the time I “climbed Pike’s Peak.” One problem—I wasn’t even born! They made it though, and here’s the proof. Apparently, I was on the way… So far, I haven’t even seen Pike’s Peak because when I was three, they left Colorado Springs and returned to Chicago in search of work. They were doing well in Colorado – my dad was an inventor – but as the story goes, someone stole his patents (watch-making tools). Mom had been a career women then, for many years – a dress designer and master pattern maker – but there was no garment industry in Colorado, whereas in Chicago she knew she could get a highly paid position. Which she did. Still, I often wonder how my life might have gone, had they stayed in Colorado. Very differently, I’m sure! (I’ve been told I didn’t sleep a wink on that entire drive. 5 days, 5 nights! This was long before the era of the Interstate. By the time we arrived, they probably wished they’d left me somewhere on the mountain!)
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The Kids Are Alright... by MikeShort
This picture was probably taken by my Great Uncle Pip in the 1920’s. Pip was the brother in law of my Gran Lil. Our family is from Cheltenham in Gloucestershire. Its a large family – my mum is one of 8 children. I do not know anyone in this photo. My memories of Uncle Pip and his Brownie are from my childhood in the 50’s. I think this a photo of kids at the primary school outing If anyone recognises people in the photo please contact me. Edited using photoshop and I’ll be adding more later. Your advice on improving quality would be greatly appreciated
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Playing Two Square.. by RobynLee
This is a photo of me age 7 I’m on the right,yeah,I look like a boy:( playing “Two Square” (does anyone remember playing that in Grade School?) w/ a childhood friend. My dad was working as a portrait phtographer but I think he used my kodak 110 Camera(or his own camera cause the pic is sharper than 110 film). It was the mid-70’s(going by the clothes). Just a little piece of my past that I thought others(particualry those in my age range would enjoy:)
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The wife swopping club gains an extra member by MikeShort
This picture was probably taken by my Great Uncle Pip in the 1920’s. Pip was the brother in law of my Gran Lil. Our family is from Cheltenham in Gloucestershire. Its a large family – my mum is one of 8 children. I do not know anyone in this photo. My memories of Uncle Pip and his Brownie are from my childhood in the 50’s. I think this a picture of some of the family before evening dinner or after Sunday lunch If anyone recognises people in the photo please contact me. Edited using photoshop and I’ll be adding more later. Your advice on improving quality would be greatly appreciated
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1925 My mum's cousins (photo) by Woodie
1925, my mother’s cousins, William (Bill) age 6 years old and his sister Mona aged 8 years. / Family name Godfrey, changed from Baldwin by granny Godfrey in about 1900. / Any Godfrey/Baldwins out there. From KENT? / Granny Godfrey’s husband disappeared to Australia. / Faces washed and hair combed for the photo!!!
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My father and his sister by bdazzled
MCN: CQ17V-ESPFB-5J32S / / in Nostalgic Art and Photography Nov. 16th 2009 restored photo from ca. 1914 – Denmark / Texture frame overlay courtesy of SkeletalMess
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1930s My grandparents. by Woodie
This is my father’s parents with my mother and their eldest daughter, my favourite aunty. / He wore a tie even though he was a gardener.
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ME IN 1952 by SMOKEYDOGSOCKS
ALTHOUGH I HAVEN’T TAKEN THIS IMAGE INTO PHOTOSHOP ELEMENTS, IT DOESN’T LOOK TO BAD. I TOOK MY KODAK Z71 CAMERA AND SHOT THE FRAMED PORTRAIT THAT IS HANGING ON THE WALL OF OUR SPARE BEDROOM. BELIEVE IT OR NOT, THAT IS “ME IN 1952”. BY MY SIZE I WOULD SAY ABOUT OCTOBER OF 1952, I WAS BORN IN MAY OF THAT YEAR. YOU COULDN’T TELL IT BY LOOKING AT ME TODAY THOUGH. SINCE I WAS BORN WITH ASTHMA, I WASN’T A VERY BIG BABY. EVERY TIME I HAD AN ASTHMA ATTACK, I GOT STUCK IN THE HOSPITAL UNDER AN OXYGEN TENT WITH A CASE OF PNEUMONIA. FOR THE FIRST SIX YEARS OF MY LIFE, I SPENT A TOTAL OF TWO YEARS UNDER ONE OF THOSE TENTS. THEN I GOT POLIO WHEN I WAS 5, TOOK THE CURE, GOT THE DESEASE. THEN AT THE AGE OF 13, I GREW 7 INCHES IN TWO AND ONE HALF MONTHS. I GOT OUT OF THE 7TH GRADE AT 5 FOOT 5 INCHES AND WENT INTO THE 8TH GRADE AT 6 FEET TALL. THE KIDS I WENT TO SCHOOL WITH IN THE 7TH GRADE KEPT ASKING ME WHERE I MOVED THERE FROM. I KEPT TELLING THEM, I WAS IN THEIR CLASS LAST YEAR. THEY COULDN’T BELIEVE I HAD GROWN THAT MUCH IN SUCH A SHORT TIME. WELL, I’M PAYING FOR THE POLIO AND THE GROWTH SPREE NOW. ANYWAY, I WAS CUTE AT ONE TIME. I ACTUALLY HAD HAIR ON TOP OF MY HEAD BACK THEN.
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Alvin by Edward Henzi
After World War II my dad rented a house on our ranch to a German Immigrant family. They had five daughters and a step son. Because there wasn’t enough room in the small house for the step son he had to stay in a tool shed outside the house. It was very cold in winter, had only one small cole oil lamp, no heat and no windows. The step son, 14 years old, was beaten, molested and treated horribly by his drunken step father. My Dad didn’t like what he saw so he brought the step son, Alvin, to live in our house. Our house got cold in winter too once the woodstove log burned down, but Mom got us electric blankets so we stayed warm in our upstairs room. Alvin slept with me in my bed. He was so happy to have a warm bed. He helped Mom around the ranch and worked as a hired hand to take care of the horses and chickens and do work of that nature. He was very sad. His father, a soldier in the German Army, was killed in World War II. Alvin was like an older brother to me and my brother Dennis. He was a really nice person. I loved his broken English German accent. Alvin said he wanted to become an Amerikkaner so his idea was to join the army. Dad and Mom wanted to adopt him as he was like family. His step dad gave him lots of trouble and even came to our place to beat him up. One day I came home from school and Alvin was gone. He had joined the Army at 15 years old by lying about his age. This was 1950. He went to the Korean War. His last letter said his partner in the Bazooka (anti tank rocket launcher) team he was part of wanted to get their 8th North Korean tank. They had knocked out seven. Alvin wrote that he felt he wouldn’t be comming home alive. He was right. They got the 8th tank but were both killed when another tank got both of them. A friend of Alvin’s who was there told us the whole story. I was never so sad as I was when we went to Alvin’s funeral at the military cemetary near San Francisco. The sound of the bugler plying taps will haunt me all my life. It was like loosing an older brother. Alvin is on the left in the photo. / Then my Dad and my Mom holding my brother Dennis with me next to my Mom. We will remember and love Alvin forever.
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1954 shool photo Alan by Woodie
30 years on, same school, my 1st cousin Alan, / ie, my mum’s sister’s boy. / He is 2nd left standing. Class 1B. / Compare with 1920 photo of my mum and aunt
About This Group
Day’s Gone By is a group where you can put up your old photo’s – B & W or colour. A great place to showcase your restoration skills too. By showing a before and after shot. If you don’t have the skills as yet – get tips on how to do it by fellow members.
A place to look back and reflect on your memories!
To Get you in the mood… As Time Goes By By the legend… Frank Sinatra!
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