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Great photos. I feel a real kinship with "road-trip Larry" (scroll down).
Boomers & some pre-boomers.
Jac and Christopher: Start submitting!
Forget Jac and Christopher, I'm thinking about the pictures of my parents... getting married in the Army right after WWII...I really wish I could have grasped how awesome they were back when I still had the chance to be around them from time to time.
Those pictures get old quickly...aint that the truth for us all! Narrative would help to make scrolling more compelling.
Some of them look cool, but most don't look "fashion-forward" or any of that shit.Still, nice effort to get people back-on-track to what's important.
I really wish I could have grasped how awesome they were back ...My grandparent/parents, immigrants, fleeing genocide under the dying Ottoman for the safety of America. I kick myself for being too stupid in not asking all the questions of their ordeal and survival.
There's a series of 4 sepia tone snaps, currently on page 5, that is simply wonderful.wv: loraponf - "we wore our hair in a loraponf; it was the style at the time..."
I have a picture of my Dad, from enlistment time in 1943. He was 20. I can see how he could date the daughter of the President of the UW when he was here 4 years later.
I think that website is a great idea.But please bear in mind.All you people who like your parents?We call you “normies.”
So now we have a website devoted entirely to convincing the current generation that baby boomers were cool and that we should treat them with love and respect, even as they fade away. My generation is filled with self-loathing, mindless sycophants.
I’m not so sure about his generation, but it looks like Matthias is batting at .333.
I love to see old pictures of my grandparents, great aunts and uncles, etc... I can see old pictures of my parents any time I want (they look very sixties, with sideburns and mini skirts).
Had my parents been labeled awesome they would have found it distasteful. But then my parents grew to adulthood before the great grossification of America commenced.
My parents? Not so much. My grandmother? An astounding person who influenced me more than any other. I was fortunate enough to have her live with me when my daughter was a toddler. Unfortunately, she died before my daughter could really get to develop memories of her. My granddaughter carries her name - Amalia. wv: grany - how friggin' appropriate.
I hope Amalia likes Vanilla Ice Cream.
What I regret was that I wasn't able to ask my grandfathers a bunch of questions that I have now.My mother's father, younger than I am now, spent the war building camps for the Army, and then sat as a judge on a war crimes tribunal for a concentration camp after the war. He got to the camp not long after our troops liberated it, and saw the state of the survivors. All of the Nazi bestiality was still in place and hadn't been sanitized. He then spent a year hearing testimony from the survivors, and sending a number of the Nazi personnel to the gallows. This is the sort of thing that we hear about third and fourth hand, and how horrible it was. And, here was someone who had a behind the bench seat. My parents were awesome too, but I didn't realize that until much later, and, maybe in the case of my mother, too late. But now, if I were asked who the most important person was in forming my life, I would say my father in how he has lived his life, and, given that he spent almost 50 years in my profession, how he practiced law.
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