A few years ago my brother Michael amassed photos of our parents’ young lives as well as of our shared childhood. He created CDs for my parents and siblings that year and gave them to us for Christmas. Although I didn’t fully appreciate it at the time, I’ve come to covet this CD.
This might be totally yawn-producing for you, but hey – it’s today’s post. Bear with me, enjoy, or click the X… it’s totally up to you!
This is my parents’ campsite from the early 50’s, before I was born. Not sure if it was in Germany or America; I’d guess America. Look at the car!
This is my (ever so foxy, dontcha think?!) dad, playing the “Church and Steeple” finger game with my brother Michael. Dad is now almost 81 and Michael is 57.
This is Mom blowing lederhosen-clad “Mickey-Michael’s” nose. My parents and Michael immigrated to America in 1953 – probably shortly after this picture was taken, obviously in Germany.
My aunt Ulli and Mom, waxing (?) their skis in Seefeld, Germany in 1952. Interesting skis… interesting car… interesting clothes!
This is my mom’s uncle, Willi Merkl, who died climbing in the Hamalayas in the early 30s. There’s a street named after him in Traunstein, Bavaria, my mom’s hometown.
This is my dad at the age of five. Looking at this picture, I just want to mommy him. Now THAT is weird!
These are my parents’ wedding pictures, taken in July, 1952. At their 50th wedding anniversary, my brother insisted on doing a toast about this day because, as he says, he “was there.” Scandalous!
This is my maternal grandfather, Max. He’s a damn good-looking Bavarian dude, isn’t he?!
And this is my paternal grandfather, Carl. He was a German-Jewish banker. More is written about him here. It’s a fascinating story!
This is my dad arriving in America to begin a new life!
This is the house I grew up in, in Berkeley. (Before it looked like the pictures in this post…)
This my mom graduating from Cal in 1968, amid massive riots and student activism. It was a very different place in 2006 when Elisabeth graduated from Cal!
This is me with my three brothers, in about 1962. (Yes, the same brothers as in this picture…
…taken last month!)
Here we are again, conserving water.
This picture of me must have been taken before I was 18 months old. How do I know that? Because I still had two thumbs on my right hand (look closely!). One of those was removed when I was 18 months old – and yes, it still looks odd now and yes, I’m still self-conscious about it!
This is one of my favorite pictures of me as a little kid because I look really happy and because I’m with my mommy.
…as opposed to this one, in which I look kinda snooty and stuck-up!
Here’s the question: did I wear a dirdl dress voluntarily? Or did Mom force me to wear it? I don’t remember… so that must mean I wasn’t traumatized by it, right?
There’s another dirdl! I must have been traumatized!
My mom loved this photo. One year, about 10 years ago, she even gave a copy of it to all her kids for Christmas! Isn’t it odd that she’s the only one who looks really good in it?
Fast forward a few years…
…and a WHOOOOLE lot more… like 30 more. Until after Mom died and Dad fell in love with Lou (whom I adore too) -- and we are still proud to call ourselves a family.
And really, it’s ALL happened in just a proverbial blink of an eye.