I have these old Kodaks from a family picnic in Aspen, Colorado from August, 1951. The originals are badly yellowed, worse than what you see here. I enhanced them as best as I could to make them more legible.
Normally, I think family photos are things that have little interest to anyone outside the family circle. But, I've always been fond of these, which I inherited from my Father when he died in 2000. They record a moment of genuine happiness among a group of people who were usually very unhappy together. There were lots of bitter alcohol fueled fights between my Grandmother and Great Aunt. There were long periods when my Father and Uncle did not speak. That knowledge makes these photos all the more remarkable.
The woman on the left is my Great Aunt Helen. The woman clutching her purse in the center is my Grandmother Nell. The dapper man on the right is my Step Grandfather who we all called "Grand Daddy Paul," a true gentleman and a rock of sanity from Denmark. The two handsome devils in the back are my Uncle Ray on the left, and my Father, Frank, in the center.
This a photo apparently taken by my father on the drive out to the Maroon Bells from Aspen. If you look carefully, you can make out the Bells in the background. The road to the Bells is very different now from what you see here.
Great Aunt Helen and my Grandmother enjoying wild flowers in a meadow that I think was up near the old Aspen Sundeck.
My Grandmother, Aunt Helen, Father, and Step Grandfather along with a lot of people who I don't recognize, but must have been close friends; a picnic by a mountain stream.