This week's 52 Weeks of Photos sharing theme: Hobbies
This can be a hobby of, a parent, grandparent, children, husband, etc.
To participate, simply:
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My mother's hobby was sewing, and she was a wonderful seamstress. This is a photo taken May 1965 of my mother Clarice Lovelace and me on the right, and we are both wearing dresses she made. It is Mother's Day weekend, and the two other mothers are Emma Burba and Birdie Word.
My father-in-law Egon Petersen's (1940-2019) favorite hobby was hunting, which he never did without at least one of his three hunting dogs. He owned two German Long-Haired Pointers (Deutsch-Langhaar), which he used as tracking dogs, as well as a wire-haired dachshund (Rauhaardackel) for the hunt under the ground. All three dogs were also trained as water dogs to retrieve shot wild ducks from the bog ponds, since his house was directly on the bog and he hunted there a lot. As long as Egon went hunting, he always provided us with tasty venison.
My mother taught herself to paly the guitar and sing. She was the lead singer in a Country Western band when I was growing up. We use to travel in a motor home ( RV) to near by states . PA ,West Virginia . Virginia, Tenn, Kentucky. At one time the band was on live radio in a small town.
My aunt, Kimberly Ann Miller, wore this outfit to her 11th grade picture day for the 1978 Baldwin High School yearbook. My dad tells me that she designed and sewn the outfit that she was wearing in this photo. She later graduated from the American College, London after studying fashion design.
My father http://wikitree.com/wiki/Miller-56461, John Miller had so many hobbies in his lifetime we used to joke about it. Mr. Hobby. He played on piano, piccolo, flute (well), violin, oboe and cello (poorly). He didn't succeed in every hobby but he kept trying. He built electronics like a stereo and tape record (they worked!), built furniture (good or so-so), painted, even a mural (more ambition than skill), wrote articles and a book (very good), fishing, canoeing (good), golf (he sucked), learned 5 languages with only French as very good but it was gymnastics where he was amazing. He built parallel bars every place he lived so he could swing and climb and walk on them. He loved to walk on his hands. I have many photos of him doing handstands but they were usually taken when he was a teenager or in his 20s. Here he is at age 40 on the beach across from his sister's house in Scituate, Massachusetts in 1955.
I remembered his hobby of photography. Here is the free space page with many more interesting pictures.
A photo of me when I was about 5 in my Ballet outfit, I took Ballet and Tap Dance lessons for several years but was not as talented as others , so when I was about 8 I joined the Girl Scouts , which suited my interests better but I learned alot from taking Ballet and I got to be a several parades in San Diego in the early 60's
My grandfather was a woodcarver, who regularly won awards for his carvings at the State Fair of Oklahoma and otherwise.
This picture is of an eagle that he carved and that sits in my office today.
I hope that you can tell, but the feathers are individually carved and wood-burned.
My wife keep praying that some similar latent ability will pop up in me yet (no luck so far).
Amy Larner was my Grandma and one of her hobbies was knitting. As soon as she sat down in the evening she began to knit; she even took her knitting on holiday! Here she is with her knitting, sitting on the beach by the sand dunes at Hemsby, Norfolk, England, where she often went on holiday. The photo was taken in 1947.
I don't claim to be a genealogist, but I sometimes tell people "I collect ancestors." My son, of course, has ancestors that I do not. When he asked me, "Mom, do I have any Louisiana French ancestors?" I taped together a complicated chart to keep track of all the intermarriages.
When I looked at Edison William's profile and saw his claim that he shares 41% of his coding DNA with bananas, I realize that I too am related to bananas, and related even more closely to other humans. So you can say "yes, Jasper and Anneke are related. I just have figured out how." Have fun.
After a career in seamanship, navigating ships around the world, my father returned to his boyhood home on Okanagan Lake, B.C. and acquired an apple orchard, on the shore of the lake. From the stories he told, you might say, fishing for Lake Trout, was a hobby. He also told me that in the winter, when the big fish bite, he would, in the 1930's, troll with a hand line and compared to the dollar a day men on the road gang he could achieve 50 dollars a week selling the fish commercially. One time he experienced a tremendous tug on the line.....could that have been the Ogopogo?
My father too liked to fish in the winter, but he fished through the ice, sometimes on Lake Champlain, more often on small Lake Pontoosuc near our home. I supposed that all lakes in Canada freeze over in the winter, but when I read about the Ogopogo, I learned differently. Since Pontoosuc is a small lake, we only have a small legend: in the winter, when it was frozen over, a crafty local once sold it to a city slicker who thought he was getting the only flat and treeless farm land in the whole county. And yes, I think your dad once encountered the Ogopogo. Thanks for another interesting story, John.
My hobby is collecting, documetation and collating Genealogical records into Ancestry (89000+ family tree) and WikiTree (endless).
My grandfather's hobby was music - specifically marching band music. This picture was taken in the mid 1920's. My grandfather was one of the tuba players (and the band manager). for the American Legion Orange Band. He also played in the Union City band as a very young man. Still looking for that picture!
I also have a healthy collection of souvenirs from when the band went to Paris for the 2nd AEF reunion in 1927. That reunion was to celebrate the 10 year anniversary of the American forces arriving in Paris during WWI.
This is a photo of my husband's grandfather on his farm in the 1920's. He didn't like farming but wanted to participate in his hobby - painting. The photo unfortunately is torn but survived the invasion of the Russians into Latvia, Augusts escape through Germany and his journey to Australia where he was finally able to take up his painting hobby once again!
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I was so happy to read the story that he was able to take up painting again!
I'll post a thumbnail link here:
Who is the woman?
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If you had asked me growing up, I would have said my father, Lloyd Wright, had no hobbies. His life was consumed with the hard work involved in keeping his small feed and seed business afloat. It wasn't until after my parents passed that I discovered my father had taken a lot of photos in his younger years, all with a simple folding Kodak camera. One of these photos was taken while he and my mother Florence were on a honeymoon to Crater Lake National Park in Oregon. My father wanted to get a photo of the two of them (and the lake behind them), but lacked a way to activate the shutter remotely. Not being one to let a little detail like that get in his way, he found a long stick, and used that to push the shutter lever while they posed. In doing so, he invented both the selfie and the selfie stick. The result was the photo below.
As an aside (nothing to do with his photography hobby), it is remarkable that my parents were able to go on a honeymoon at all. The Depression hit full force in Oregon in the months before they were married (in July 1933), and the bank where my father had saved a little money was closed. But that's a story for another time...
My Dad loved to sail, a attachment that might have formed when he was stationed in San Diego (he was career air force, a pilot, naturally) and lived on Coronado Island. He and my Mom raced in little races all the time then, his first boat was named after their first born, my older brother, but this boat was named Querida, and this picture was taken 25 years later, in the 70's, by me. My parents were divorced by then and I didn't get to see him much (my adult brother and sister would sneak me out) so it was always a thrill to be on the water with him.
My grandpa, Cooper-30756 . I never got to meet him, but I've been told enough of him to know we would have gotten along well. https://www.wikitree.com/photo/jpg/Cooper-30756-1 He took his family out hiking and camping all over Washington state nearly every weekend (except for cold months) for several years, from when my mom was around age 1 (wore tiny hiking boots, but carried most of the way, including the Enchantments) until age 15 or 16 (last trip was on Red Top). He brought his wife, five girls, and their dog (over the years: Charkie, laborador retreiver; Rufus; laborador retriever mix with a cocker coat and tightly-curled tail; Pongo, Dalmatian). On those trips, he would collect cool rocks and especially loved bringing home twisted dead roots protruding from the ground. At home, he would use his rock saw to cut open a lot of the rocks, revealing beautiful specimens. Other hobbies included home renovating, building an angled solarium against the side of the house (I have fond childhood memories of looking up on rainy days to watch the soothing ripples), making and tending to a Scotch moss rock garden (which lived from around the 70s or 80s until I was in my preteens), photography, and more. When I was a teen, I was blown away by the slides I looked through. Million dollar quality photos galore. Sadly, they currently belong to an aunt no one wants to talk to. But we treasure what photos we do have. This one is damaged, but it's one of my old favorites. This is my mom during one of those countless hiking/camping trips. https://www.wikitree.com/photo/jpg/Cooper-30755
My grandfather went fishing at least 3 times a week. He usually fished in rivers and lakes around Tehema County California and up near Mount Lassen. He bought child size fishing rods for me and my sisters. This was not his biggest fish!
