This is a photo of my grandfather, Francis Thomas Dwyer and his elder sister Ellen. As he looks to be about one year old, I am guessing that this photo was taken in 1895. Ellen went on to join the convent as Sr. Mary Mark.
They look like they must have been sweet children.
My dear cousin Susan has been sending me old photos of relatives. I'm using these photos to help illustrate the family tree that I have been in the process of creating for a while.
I was quite young when Grandpa Dwyer died so I don't have many memories of him, but the smell of pipe tobacco always makes me remember him.
Here is a early photo of Grandma, Mary Redder Dwyer. I think this must be her high school gradution photo.
From the stories I hear from my mother and from older cousins, she was a terrific cook and was quite handy at sewing.
Here is how I remember my mother's parents. This photo was taken before I was born in about 1960 at their place on the shores of Lake Sally, near Detriot Lakes, Minnesota. This is such a lovely smiley photo of the two of them. I'm happy to have it.
I was just saying to The Man of The Place this morning that it is such a shame that when we were children, we didn’t treasure the fact that we had time to spend with our grandparents. When we were children with childish ways, we thought more about ourselves and our own amusement. I remember whining so much when having to go and visit grandparents. What would I give now for a weekend in their company? We don’t realize that when they go, we don’t get them back and our middle aged, adult selves will be wishing with all our hearts that we knew them better. I'll never know how to make canned pheasant like grandma and I'll never know what it was like for grandpa to work for Bell Telephone since before the depression.