Three generations of the Taylors on vacation at Camp Lake, Minnesota.
August 1st, 1946.
Back row left to right first is my Uncle Zenas, a WWII veteran and, by this time, a long-time California resident, hence the stylin' striped shirt.
Then my dad with his shirt buttoned to the cuffs but at least with an open neck.
Mom, looking vacation stylish.
My great-aunt Eliza, dressed and hatted formally, as I always remember her.
She lived in Los Angeles but I don't think she ever lost her 19th Century upbringing in Minnesota.
And the patriarch, my grandfather, Berthold Wayne Taylor, better known as B.W.
He's the only one wearing a necktie, perhaps befitting him as the senior member of this clan.
In the front row are the only two current survivors, though my brother Wayne and I are both in our elder years now.
You'd never known from the sober expressions on those faces that this was a vacation and supposedly a happy time, would you?
'Course it could have been because this may have been the final day of fun and frolic and we were preparing for the nearly 500 mile drive back to home in North Dakota.
Probably 7 people in one car would have been a bit much for anyone to look to with a sense of glee.
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Why am I hearing banjo music?
Love your Aunt with the hat and Grandpa, those folks were from a stern and proper generation.
Both you and your brother must have been spoiled with that many adults around you... and you must have learned a lot during these kind of vacations.
do you remember the make/model of car?
Great post. Rally enjoyed it.
Steve
That one in the front looks like a troublemaker :)
I have boxes of similar pics from my dad's side of the family (South Dakota). All I remember is how hot and dry those summers were! No a/c and no sunglasses. How did we survive those car trips?
Yes, your aunt really did look like she was out of the 19th century!
You and your Uncle Zenas have struck a similar hands on hip pose. You look like you were a rascal!
It seems like most people put on a serious face for picture-taking back in the day. Too bad no one was smiling, but that long ride home no doubt had a lot to do with it.
It kind of looks like great-aunt Eliza has you tethered by your overall straps.
It appears you and I have relatives in common, or at least they look alike from the old photos that I have hidden away somewhere. Times certainly have changed. Seven people in one car would be a challenge, but even worse were the flat tires that came every few hundred miles, and the minor parts that gave out in the middle of nowhere!
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