The little treasures (Volume 11)

From the days when we could stand closer than six feet apart:

Four Johnsons, Lucca, ND

Contributor: V.A. of Maplewood

Date of picture: 1929 or 1930

Date of contribution: March 2008

Caption: “I’m sure this is a classic picture of all time.

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“Poor little kid”? “Little darling”? Yumpin Yeezuz, she was a pain in the neck!

The Permanent Sisterly Record

The Gram With a Thousand Rules: “Subject: The Bell Ringer’s Blue Light Special

“My middle sister, Edith, was the rambunctious kid in our family. Oh, she was kind and she was generous and she was full of ideas about how to have a good time, but she tested the patience of all of us on a daily basis.

“She was basically a healthy kid, except for being prone to a lot of ear infections when she was a teenager. I remember one long siege when the doctor suggested Edith be isolated to her bed. She wasn’t quarantined; he just wanted her to get complete rest, and he figured that this was the only way this boundless bottle of energy was going to get better.

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The little treasures (Volume 10)

boy with huge dog Bozo

Contributor: Loren Neubauer of South St. Paul

Date of picture: ca. 1930

Date of contribution: January 16, 2009

Caption: “Looking through some old photos, I came across this one of me and my dog Bozo. I was told the dog was born the same day I was, March 7, 1928, and that my father had brought him home in a shoe box.

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The way to Crabby Grandma’s heart wasn’t through her stomach. It was through yours!

The Permanent Family Record
Including: Not exactly what he had in mind

Two stories from The Gram With a Thousand Rules: (1) “My sister Raye eloped 80 years ago this month. My Crabby Grandma was quite offended that she wasn’t invited to the ceremony and demanded that Raye bring the young man over for her inspection. Raye bit the bullet, called Grandma, told her they were coming, and they hopped on the streetcar before they got cold feet.

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