But seriously I have now started on this project and am amazed at how long it takes- the scanning of course is not the issue- the cataloging and identification etc... are the real time consuming tasks...
I have now done roughly 750 photographs and I would say I am about 10-12% done... years ago I had more than 15,000 of my photos sent for high speed scanning (genius move) and then had another several thousand of my mother's travel photos sent as well - but these are all odd sizes and lots of Polaroids and so the high speed scanning place won't' do them....and as I said - the scanning is not what eats up the time... and if someone else does it you still have the huge task of identification and catalogue - aaaaacccckkkk - and wouldn't you know back in 1923 they thought someone would always know who those people were LOL- and with both my parents gone and all of my grandparents and the six great grandparents I knew, if I don't get these folks (when I can) identified my nieces and nephews never will be able to....
so I am slogging away at it- and the bin (post office bulk mail bin) is only slightly less full than it was when I started this... but duty calls--- and so I will be using these as the basis for some posts about long lost times along the way....
I think you may have read in prior posts about my circus loving grandfather- here is a portrait of him from later in life-
although you can't tell from the painting he was very debonair- he spent my father's growing up years on the road with some film making company (he was a PR and marketing guy) and he always had stories for us later about where he had been...
My father and his father were not close until my dad was well into adulthood because his father was never around when he was growing up. The good news for us kids was two fold - as a result of having an absentee father my father vowed to be around for his kids - so we had dinner together every night when he came home from work and he taught how to swim and ride bikes and roller skate among many other things. And because my grandfather (Pop Pop to us) had missed his own son growing up he was especially interactive with his grandchildren... a sure WIN WIN for us. You may recall a recent post about the circus where I said -
My beloved grandfather (beloved by all, not just by my sister and me) was artistic and had a great love for art in all its forms and all its levels. He was the one who would spend hours with us in the art museum and discuss various artists with us- seeking our opinions and thoughts as if every child of single digit age should be consulted on these matters. In short- my grandfather did not take himself too seriously but took us very seriously. I think this might be the perfect formula for being a grandparent.
I remember well before being in high school my grandfather would argue politics and current events with us at the Sunday dinner table (we had Sunday dinners at their house every week until we moved to a far away city when I was 13) - my sister and I always said he was our first law school professor LOL- because he made us support our views intellectually rather than emotionally.
below a photo with my brother (Jeff) and father (Jack) and Pop Pop- probably around 1970 or so-
and one with my dad and sister and mom along with his lifelong partner Lori... my grandmother was difficult. her son was an only child of two only children and so the world revolved around him... and she was not all that nice to my mother who tried her best to please her mother-in-law but never managed to quite win her approval (which was seriously ludicrous given my mother's amazing personality and intelligence and kindness and devotion to my dad and the three of us kids...) Ah but more on that some other time.... by the time we were in high school and college we referred to her as "the big granny" - born in 1903 she was a tall girl who managed to finish eighth grade and made a good match with Ed Heltman, an uptown boy whose father was the postmaster of all of the city of Cincinnati. Her mother-in-law (also having only one child - my grandfather) was probably the example Lori learned and not a good one at that... but life went on and much of this dynamic was opaque to us kids...
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My mother's parents on the other hand each had one sibling- my Grand Dad had a sister and Grandma Catherine had a brother (Uncle Bruce- who was the first to settle on Anna Maria sometime in the late 30s I think) - My grandmother - a lovely woman much like her daughter, died early of breast cancer and so my grandfather was quite the man about town - finally settling down again with a widow from Brooklyn, Marge Adams - they are shown together below in front of her brother's house on 70th street in Holmes Beach FL... this might have even been his wedding day- LOL - we weren't invited...
the area where he lived, on Anna Maria Island (70th street in Holmes Beach) had beach access at 77th street and the residents had their own little shade shelter (my grandfather shown below with the "hair like Stalin" - LOL
and totally unrelated to the above photos - my brother Jeff and his wife Gretchen sometime in the early 1980s, as best I can tell-
when my sister and I were young we had all four grandparents and six great grandparents - these were the grandparents and great grandparents on my dad's (the Heltman) side...
so I continue with the scanning and labeling and cataloging - in order for someone to have some idea who these people and places are when I am no longer around- sure do wish I had started this earlier - when my mother or father could have helped out a bit.... time flies- giving me all the more reason to get to this now rather than wait ANOTHER five years...LOL and then...on to the closet clean out (HA! fat chance)....
