This week's 52 Photos theme:
(Bicycles? Motorcycles? Tricycles? Hot Wheels?)
To participate, simply:
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I have only found an old photo of one of my great aunts or uncles as a toddler standing in front of a (play) wagon. Will that work? Thank you!
EDIT: After looking at everyone’s photos, I decided to use the photo.
This is a 1955 photo of my cousin Jeff Marvin. This is the start of his love of bikes. Jeff was a Vietnam veteran, and he received a Purple Heart with an Oak Leaf Cluster for being wounded twice. Jeff's favorite thing was in his later life was a good ride on his Harley.
that is so sweet Alexia
He look so happy
James H. Powers ("Uncle Jim" to my wife's grandmother, Mabel Adam) was a competitive cyclist.
Born in 1873, he never married, but lived with his sister Ida and her family (mother, husband and daughter) in Trenton (Ontario), Toronto, and Niagara Falls, NY, where he died at the age of only 34 in 1907.
Myself and my favorite bike, and a very calm cat that we found as a stray (we called her Vagabond). The bike was maybe late 70's banana seat, I did hours of popping wheelies on this bike. The cat would ride on my shoulders, but that meant I couldn't do wheelies then.
This was a challenge. I have pictures with no stories, and stories with no pictures. I prefer stories. . .
Here's Tom Hunt again. Two weeks ago, he was in the "Boys" photos in his bare feet. Today he is all grown up. Every Saturday Tom rode his bicycle from Stephentown to Pittsfield, where he worked for Mrs. Mason, a distance of 16 miles and included a mountain. He brought along his good clothes, and after he finished work he would change in her bathroom, and then take Bertha to the movies. (And after that, he rode back home again.) The courtship paid off and he and Bertha were married.
My distant relative Gustaf Fjæstad born in 1868 was an artist and an athlete. He competed in cycling and in skating.
Unfortunately, I can't find my picture of my dad on his motorcycle. Maybe next year. Here is my mom's dad on his bike in the 1940s.
It's a bit blurry... guess they couldn't check the screen and just retake it... This is my dad in April 1950 and me in 2019. He was still cycling shortly before he passed away from lung disease. I will be riding 100 miles in September (again), in his honor , raising money for the American Lung Association. It's my bike that keeps his memory alive. Miss you, Dad.
My grandfather Fernand Marchal, approximatively 1950, in Schorbach (Moselle, Lorraine, France). He was a train driver, and he liked to walk in the forest and pick mushrooms and chestnuts. I remember he liked butter toasts with raw onion on it
Thank you Alexis
This is a photo of my Mum Jenny Tharme taken around 1944. It was her first cycle but she continued to cycle into adulthood and I remember cycling with her when I was younger.
My mom with her new bike in 1951. My grandmother taught us both how to ride. I got my first bike on my 5th birthday from my grandparents.
I looked for a photo with a bike ... the only one I found was one with me on a bike ... and enough about me already.
So I expanded the search for something with wheels ... and I found the photo below of my Great Grandmother, Etta May Omelia-Allison in a baby "Bike?".
If only my 8 month old legs could reach the pedals, it looks like a lot of fun. Spending time with my grandfather, Pop Morley, was always a highlight for me. Christmas 1950.
Thanks for the reply Beverly. Didn't realize you were in Australia. You're right, could be a Malvern Star, Austral, Carbine, Swansea or any number of Australian made brands. Could be British (dozens). It may have a deeper history than you know. Bikes like this weren't bought for "transportation" alone. There were lesser brands that could have easily filled the bill, and more cheaply too. Something tells me Grandpa was into the Australian Cycling Club scene for a while. Here's a link to a story and an Australian bike of your grandfather's time. They were beauties.
The year, 1957, at Christmas, my first bike. Our home in Colorado City, Colorado Springs, CO faced Pike's Peak. Of course I was dressed as a cowboy.
I just sent a comment to the person in charge of the instructions. I hope someone can make them clearer.
Go to your photo that you want to add to this week's challenge. On your photo page, scroll down until you see on the left side "Edit Image Details". Under this will be a section called "People & Things in the Image:" followed by a list of the person or people in the picture. Just below that is the text "Add person or free-space profile:" followed by a data entry box. In this box enter the weekly theme space page address - in this case it is exactly as it appears below:
You can copy it from here and past it in if you like. Then click "SAVE CHANGES TO IMAGE DETAILS". To verify it worked, the text "52 Photos Week 34 Bikes (Space:52 Photos Week 34 Bikes)" should appear in the list of people and things in the photo. Now you're all set to add the picture here by clicking "Answer".
This is a photo of my Great Grandmother Ellen Straw. It was taken around 1900 when she first arrived in Canada, either Paris or Dundas, Ontario.
Around 1930, my dad, Harold Skelton, worked as a telegraph messenger. He styled himself as a "professional bicycle rider." He rode his bicycle in an endurance contest sponsored by the Anderson (South Carolina) Independent newspaper and set a world record for the longest non-stop bicycle ride.
This photo is of my Dad, Chuck Biggs, Sr., on his first motorcycle. It's a '55 Harley Davidson scooter called a "Hummer." It was the first of many Harley Davidson's my Dad rode. He is 19 in the photo, just finished high school and about to enlist in the Air Force. Photo was taken in his home town of Clute Texas (Brazoria County USA).
My maternal grandfather, Arthur Deane Dawson, was the chairman of the membership committee in the Century Road Club, a bicycle riding and racing association in the Brooklyn and Long Island, New York area. He used to ride century races 100 miles long. He is featured in the picture below with his bicycle and club jacket sporting a medal for winning a race.
My dad, Frank Cunningham on his bike in 1943, Port Moody, BC, Canada
This is my dad with my brother and sister in the late 40s.
Oh, no, not another invisible photo! I have just sent a comment to the person in charge of the instructions. I hope someone can make them clearer.
You can copy it from here and past it in if you like. Then click "SAVE CHANGES TO IMAGE DETAILS". To verify it worked, the text "52 Photos Week 34 Bikes (Space:52 Photos Week 34 Bikes)" should appear in the list of people and things in the photo. Now you're all set to add the picture here by clicking "Answer"
My great grandfather, "Doc" Kiddoo carried mail on a route near Arco, Minnesota from 1905-1909. He used a buggy, bicycle, or sleigh depending on the weather and the condition of the roads. These were usually rough and he suffered from back pain. When he was unable to do the route his son Willie would take over. In 1908 Doc ordered a motorcycle (referred to in his diary as "Motor") which made the route easier. The photos below are of Doc and Willie with Motor.