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rona brown
a shades of the departed special birthday edition: ladies in glasses
Many of my ancestresses suffered from poor eyesight, but only a few of them were ever bold (or perhaps desperate) enough to wear their glasses for the camera. My great-great grandmother Ella was a very fashionable lady and a very strong-willed one. It’s likely she didn’t need glasses until she was middle-aged (her side of the [...]
rona and stanley, july 4, 1914
South Shore Improvement Association parade, July 4, 1914 When my cousins and I were smaller than we are now, most of our family gatherings were capped by shows that we put on in the family room in front of the fireplace – or on the pool deck across from the house. The subjects of these [...]
rona, “uncle art” and the maxwell, ca 1915
This is a picture of my great-grandmother Rona riding with some cousins and “Uncle Art” in her father‘s circa 1909 1915-1916 Maxwell Model 25 motorcar. She’s the little one with the giant bow and the rather unhappy expression; Uncle Art is the one with the “5″ over his head, which corresponds with the little key in [...]
rona and dione, 1929
The caption on the back of this photograph says: “Sleeping Beauty and Oh-So-Tired” Rona Brown Rose Richman (1906-1992) and Dione
rona and charlie, march 10, 1935
Yesterday, I was working with someone else on organizing his family photographs and I was slightly jealous, seeing the sheer number of photos this family had taken and posed for on their myriad travels around the world. I’m not completely sure why I was jealous, because it isn’t as though I come from a family [...]
rona, 1926
The heat in my apartment is broken and my feet are cold, so I went looking for a little bit of a summertime frame of mind to warm me up – in spirit only, since I doubt the power of photographs and memory when it comes to the physical warming of feet and hands. My [...]
rona, ca 1911
A short story I learned last night: Like many small children, my great-grandmother Rona once decided to run away from home. I sort of think it could have been over a grave injustice (such as putting away her toys) imposed by her mother (who was almost obsessive about house-cleaning), but this information has unfortunately been lost to [...]
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