This one fascinates me. My great, great grandmother Annie Irmer, my Mom's Mom's Mom's Mom. It's easy to project into these old images but, my, she looks grim. Like she means business. Maybe just work worn. Who knows. She seems to have a grip on that unidentified towheaded boy. She's got those, well, they look like wide leg work pants on, her plaid shirt and sun hat. Like she's been or about to be busy out of doors. He looks uncomfortable, sort of half in half out of that frumpled white shirt. Unusual white stockings. Is it a special occasion? Is that a tie or maybe the strap of a bag. Is it the first day of school? Why was the picture taken? The two of them standing there in a leafy yard in front of the flowering yucca. Curious.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Annie Irmer
This one fascinates me. My great, great grandmother Annie Irmer, my Mom's Mom's Mom's Mom. It's easy to project into these old images but, my, she looks grim. Like she means business. Maybe just work worn. Who knows. She seems to have a grip on that unidentified towheaded boy. She's got those, well, they look like wide leg work pants on, her plaid shirt and sun hat. Like she's been or about to be busy out of doors. He looks uncomfortable, sort of half in half out of that frumpled white shirt. Unusual white stockings. Is it a special occasion? Is that a tie or maybe the strap of a bag. Is it the first day of school? Why was the picture taken? The two of them standing there in a leafy yard in front of the flowering yucca. Curious.
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