Flashback Friday - who could throw these away?

I have yet to make a dent in the boxes of old pictures from my mom’s apartment. Every time the subject came up when she was alive, she would say that she should just throw them out. As I’ve started going through them, I have thrown a few out, but very few. Most of them, no matter how faded or bent they are or whether or not I know who the pictures are of, each one is a precious memory of a precious time in someone’s life.

I’m going to start posting a few of them here periodically. I may have shared some of them before, but I’m not going to look back at every one of my blog posts over the last few years to figure out which ones you may have already seen. But anyway, I don’t know if or when I will ever get done scanning them all.

One of the oldest pictures I’ve come across so far. This is my great-grandma; my mom’s grandma.

 My mom’s parents worked together at a logging camp in the Northwoods – he as a logger, she as a cook. I could be wrong but I think that Grandma is the second woman from the left and Grandpa is next to her. According to the back of the photo, the little boy is their son, my Uncle Robert. If that is the case, the picture had to be taken around 1918.  

Grandpa with my Uncle Robert and Aunt Helen, in front of their first barn, around 1929

 This is the earliest picture of my mom, as a baby, in 1927, being held by (she thought) one of her cousins. 

 My mom with her mom around 1937. 

Grandma and Grandpa in 1942, I think in front of their house. 

 I love this picture. The favorite that I have found so far. Mom and her friend Marion Paul, sometime in the early 1940s, on the Big Rock in the woods behind the house where I grew up. 

 So, like really? Who would want to throw these pictures out? Or at least not until after they were scanned into the computer and saved.