A few weeks ago I did a post that officially announced the end of my collection of vintage photographs depicting (girls/women) (on/near) (boats/ships). I foolishly declared that I was now limiting my collection to photos of seven women on a fallen log. It seemed like a good idea at the time.
But that was before I found a box of old photographs at my parents’ house. The box was buried beneath a large collection of unused pillows, bed sheets, and comforters. I took the box home with me to investigate.*
I soon realized that the box must’ve belonged to my maternal grandmother. She died in the late-90s, and I guess my mom somehow ended up with the box and stuffed it into the closet and forgot about it. The pictures ranged from the 1920s to the 1990s and included a lot of great shots I’d never seen before. Top photos included a couple of a heavily tattooed great-grandfather I’d never heard of, a shot of my teen-aged mom wearing curlers and grizzly bear slippers on the front lawn basically copping a feel on her sister’s cutie prom date, and a picture of my dad wearing a mustache and shockingly tiny jean shorts at a local amusement park. The two main highlights, of course, were these:
Yes, the “woman on a boat” in these photos is my grandmother! She’s modeling on a lifeboat in the top shot and rowing on a lake in the bottom one. The first is undated, but the second has “Aug 15, 1943” penciled on the back. I’m not exactly certain when she was born, but I’d guess she’s 20 or 21 in the rowboat shot.