Showing posts with label hoyt avenue. Show all posts
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Saturday, April 30, 2011

1955: Have Brood, Will Travel


Here are some glimpses of Spring 1955 from inside yet another box of my Grandparents' well-preserved 35mm slides.  As usual, everyone looks fantastic... Neatly-scrubbed and well dressed, laundered and groomed.  Though probably a little bit warm on the Easter Sunday shown below, I get a kick out of how my Grandmothers' fox fur stole makes another striking cameo.  Nanny must have spent a pretty penny on that furry folly (and worked to get her money's worth) because it seems she wore it every chance she got.



ABOVE:  Twin Cousins Lois and Diane with Ricky (in hat) and Janet (lower left).
My Uncle Kevin is the one in the shorts who looks like he's about to take off down the street.
My Mom is probably wondering how her handbag looks with her little Mary Janes.


Cousin Janet with my Mom.  Though young girls, they look like two little old Ladies Who Lunch here.


More backyard fun with the cousins...



Donald and Brian...  INSTANT comedy, folks!


Kevin... Not too sure about having to hang out with these icky girls.  
He would, however, change his mind about fraternizing with the female of the species in later years.


Unidentified bathing beauty at an unidentified swimming lake in an unidentified state.


Backyard barbecue at Aunt Harriet's house near Four Corners in Staten Island.


Above & Below: Cousin Janet (in front, at left) with my Mom and Uncle Kevin one one of the motorboat rides on the Asbury Park boardwalk.  Oh, how I wish my Grandfather had spun around and gotten some shots of the Asbury Casino and Carousel House behind him.


All this excitement sure wears a two-year-old kid out.  Forget snack time, Kevin needs a nap!

Thursday, April 14, 2011

1950s Snowball Sequence


This slide from the winter of 1956 - 1957 was marked "neighbor's kids" and shows the terraced backyards of the two-family homes on Hoyt Avenue in Staten Island.



Here, my mother (at left) and Uncle Kevin look sweet as pie, but it wouldn't last long, folks... 


Something tells me a stray snowball from the neighbor's kids intervened and inspired the following...




I can just hear my grandfather saying, "OK now, Kevin... Kevin!  KEVIN!!! STOP THAT!!!"


OOF!  That had to hurt, Mom.  Someone looks like they could use a Nestle's cocoa.


Let the record show that my grandfather stayed back with camera at the ready and recorded this snowball assault for posterity.  I must say I'm a bit amused that he kept shooting and didn't intervene.

 Note To Mom:  It's OK... You were a total cutie pie here.


Kevin and Kathleen get the last laugh... "HA! Take THAT, Dad!"

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

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