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Friday, March 31, 2017

Down by the seaside playin' in the sand!

1905 The seawall in Galveston TX, built following the 1900 disastrous hurricane.

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The Sepia Saturday prompt this week has some young boys playing in the sand! What an image! It's a photograph from the collection of the State Library of New South Wales which was taken in the 1940s. It features parts of both Billy and Graham Green.  Go over to Sepia Saturday to see what other bloggers might have come up with for this meme...scroll to the bottom where our names give links to our blogs!

 Here's a better shot of the Galveston seawall in 1905.

Sadly I never met my Uncle Elmore, who was a child in Galveston.

Elmore Rogers, born in 1906. He died from drowning in 1916. Elmore was my father's oldest brother, who he knew only until his second birthday because Dad was born in 1914. I had included here a copy of his death certificate, but withdrew it from this post, because I wanted to honor a 10 year old boy who was loved and missed by my family...and never talked about.

If people lived in Galveston, there was the Gulf of Mexico, and the bay always around.  Drownings probably happened frequently when children didn't watch closely how their play and the force of the Gulf of Mexico were merging with each other.


My granddaughter plays along the Florida beaches on the Gulf of Mexico, which is usually quite tame. (Those are someone's toes being carefully buried in the sand!)

My dad in a river in Missouri, where we grew up.  Being brought up in the midwest, I was thrilled when I visited the ocean.

My dad and his brother, Chauncey, in the top two pics, and my sis and myself with our grandmother in the bottom ones...at Galveston in 1948.  I know neither of us girls could swim then, so we were more or less wading, and carefully avoiding the waves. I'm sure my grandmother was very cautious.


My family of grands does love to play on the beach...does this remind you of the Sepia Saturday photo above just a little bit?

Today's quote:


Just because you are happy it does not mean that the day is perfect but that you have looked beyond its imperfections.
Bob Marley