tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427560122717203300.comments2024-03-18T18:58:51.536+00:00Family History FunScotSuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01412874349376253984noreply@blogger.comBlogger6050125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427560122717203300.post-30188351745802301582024-03-18T18:58:51.536+00:002024-03-18T18:58:51.536+00:00You've really covered just about everything th...You've really covered just about everything that workers, women mainly, have been doing! Loved that your hobby has now become your vocation. In answer to your question on my blog this week, Pi Day is 3.14 like the mathematical description of Pi (sorry I don't have the symbol.) Pi being the relationship between a circle's radius and it's circumfrence. Barbara Rogershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08351113054045427775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427560122717203300.post-46364413481830115342024-03-18T02:33:01.383+00:002024-03-18T02:33:01.383+00:00As someone who works with woodworking power tools,...As someone who works with woodworking power tools, I look at your first images with horror over what is missing in the photos: constant dust, relentless loud noise, and massive whirling mechanisms that offer no protection for the workers. Safety was never rule Number One in factories in the olden times. You introduced me to a new occupation with the Bondagers, as I have never head of this farm worker before. I looked for more images on the internet and I'm fascinated at the women's bonnets. Are they typical of what country women wore in the north at that time, or were they specific to this kind of work? It looks like a hat designed to shield the face from a lot of sun exposure. Were they engaged for a seasonal harvest with field or orchard work?Mike Brubakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13065245846262417519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427560122717203300.post-3520672527708164032024-03-16T21:57:52.531+00:002024-03-16T21:57:52.531+00:00Great photos. I can't imagine working in a mi...Great photos. I can't imagine working in a mill or factory, but many women did. Luckily, like you, I have always held jobs that were interesting and enjoyable using my best strengths including researching, communicating (in person or on the phone), and, of course, teaching and directing music. And then there's writing, but so far that's only a hobby . . . :)La Nightingailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04769079547153094005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427560122717203300.post-13096557609110342872024-03-16T19:51:47.640+00:002024-03-16T19:51:47.640+00:00great insights and how lovely to have the happy sm...great insights and how lovely to have the happy smiling picture of you at work tooAnne Younghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17970750528434435027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427560122717203300.post-20310707181258620402024-03-16T16:20:16.285+00:002024-03-16T16:20:16.285+00:00Thank you all for your positive comments - I am en...Thank you all for your positive comments - I am enjoying contributing and reading the varied posts on this month's theme. ScotSuehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01412874349376253984noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427560122717203300.post-43668435632304774092024-03-11T09:58:50.704+00:002024-03-11T09:58:50.704+00:00Impressive collection of work-related photos!Impressive collection of work-related photos!Monica T.https://www.blogger.com/profile/08689139847780132966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427560122717203300.post-19524701449745713432024-03-10T18:54:39.668+00:002024-03-10T18:54:39.668+00:00Thanks for another interesting post using this the...Thanks for another interesting post using this theme of work. Manual laborers (or labourers) have always made interesting subjects for photographers but most never expected that the work would change or even disappear in a lifetime. I doubt if many children living in Earlston today would know how tweed was made, and probably most would not recognize tweed either. I'm always impressed by how many jobs or work in the olden times required a horse as a partner. The working relationship humans once had to an animal is vastly different to how we interact with tractors, machines, or computers in our modern time.Mike Brubakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13065245846262417519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427560122717203300.post-86954560752128876772024-03-10T16:35:41.916+00:002024-03-10T16:35:41.916+00:00THose are great photos of men at work...a lot of i...THose are great photos of men at work...a lot of industrious pursuits! No women workers though...Barbara Rogershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08351113054045427775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427560122717203300.post-85216289211999424502024-03-09T08:33:49.659+00:002024-03-09T08:33:49.659+00:00From Scotsue - thank you for your interest in my r...From Scotsue - thank you for your interest in my railway history post. I enjoyed reading your thoughtful comments. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427560122717203300.post-16200803534087571632024-03-09T03:24:40.106+00:002024-03-09T03:24:40.106+00:00So many different kinds of work and all have their...So many different kinds of work and all have their challenges.<br /><br />SusanAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427560122717203300.post-87847483376071758452024-03-09T01:15:32.498+00:002024-03-09T01:15:32.498+00:00Such a wonderful wide variety of photos matching t...Such a wonderful wide variety of photos matching the theme this month including so many family members from all sides in so many different lines of work. And there's a "snap" between you & me with your father-in-law being a painter & sign-writer. My maternal grandfather was a talented sign painter! I didn't know that until recently. I knew we had quite a bit of artistic talent on my father's side of the family, & now I know we had some from my mother's side of the family as well. No wonder we're all, to some degree, artistic - including our son & daughters. They also inherited artistic talent from their paternal grandfather & an aunt who majored in art in college. :)La Nightingailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04769079547153094005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427560122717203300.post-43707989251549053422024-03-05T14:34:34.865+00:002024-03-05T14:34:34.865+00:00Beautiful blogBeautiful blogRajani Rehanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17439571117569471650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427560122717203300.post-47481907254479198392024-03-04T16:32:09.558+00:002024-03-04T16:32:09.558+00:00Our train tracks still have occasional traffic, as...Our train tracks still have occasional traffic, as I hear the toot of the whistle as it crosses a nearby junction. But many train tracks have also become greenways throughout the country. I really enjoyed your collection of photos as well as the narrative. Thus history isn't forgotten, from the extreme joys of the beginnings of that railroad, to the eventual demise as other transportation took over. I'm just glad the viaduct hasn't been demolished, as it's an amazing feat of engineering. But so were those trains, once.Barbara Rogershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08351113054045427775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427560122717203300.post-26882517598350886182024-03-04T00:33:46.167+00:002024-03-04T00:33:46.167+00:00Your post makes me nostalgic for rail travel that ...Your post makes me nostalgic for rail travel that went to every corner, much as the train to Earlston did. My brother and I used to take a small local train from Binghamton to Albany, N.Y., as children -- my mom dropped us off, my grandmother met us at the other end -- and I still remember chugging over the countryside and plunging into dark tunnels cut through mountains. Sadly, all consigned to history once car travel and busses arrived. The viaduct you show is amazing, and how wonderful that it is still used by hikers and such.Molly's Canopyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01571003887840906315noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427560122717203300.post-90149323379640797272024-03-03T18:50:01.818+00:002024-03-03T18:50:01.818+00:00An excellent post about that first rail line. I c...An excellent post about that first rail line. I can imagine folks in Earlston being pretty excited about finally having an easier way to get places. Nice photos & the humorous postcards were fun. And the Leaderfoot Viaduct is, of course, quite photographic. But I had to laugh when I was looking at the third photo you used with the two trains together at the station there in Earlston. Even the trains run on the 'wrong' side! (On the left as do vehicles on the road as opposed to on the right as we do here) :))La Nightingailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04769079547153094005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427560122717203300.post-8070108784001202522024-03-03T15:16:49.257+00:002024-03-03T15:16:49.257+00:00A wonderful post! Whenever I hear the phrase "...A wonderful post! Whenever I hear the phrase "the good old days" I think of trains. When the Berwickshire Railway opened it must have been a marvel to people living along the line. There is a quality of communal work and responsibility for rail that is missing from modern roadworks. I liked the description of the navvies working all night to reset the broken line and the phrase about the trains "run smoothly and keep tolerably good time". Mike Brubakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13065245846262417519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427560122717203300.post-66988381041599666522024-02-21T22:00:09.605+00:002024-02-21T22:00:09.605+00:00Oh Mike, I was just thinking of how my mom took me...Oh Mike, I was just thinking of how my mom took me and my sis to Howard Johnsons as a treat...more for ice cream, but I did have a favorite meal, hot roast beef sandwich...which was served open faced and dripping with gravy. I think we could only have shrimp cocktail once...very pricy!Barbara Rogershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08351113054045427775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427560122717203300.post-64351707920444014182024-02-19T02:45:18.852+00:002024-02-19T02:45:18.852+00:00Dining out is a nice spin on our theme. My materna...Dining out is a nice spin on our theme. My maternal grandparents lived near Washington D.C. in Maryland but like our family were working class and rarely went out. In the late 50s and 60s when chain restaurants became popular their treat was a meal at Howard Johnson's restaurant with their special 28 flavors of ice cream. They also had cocktail shrimp on the menu which seemed very exotic at the time. Sadly most of those chains have closed.Mike Brubakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13065245846262417519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427560122717203300.post-68249683191413256982024-02-18T23:58:42.309+00:002024-02-18T23:58:42.309+00:00A fun post about dining out. I also did not eat ou...A fun post about dining out. I also did not eat out until I was away at college, except for the odd hamburger and fries when fast food began in the 1960s. During my childhood, our family ate out once a year when my dad got his raise -- and it was a big deal requiring dress-up clothes and best behavior. Now, I live in NYC and the variety is endless -- as is the possibility of having a really great meal at a reasonable cost. Enjoyed this walk down memory lane.Molly's Canopyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01571003887840906315noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427560122717203300.post-62187391021755931242024-02-18T23:51:51.861+00:002024-02-18T23:51:51.861+00:00Eating out has definitley become common since I wa...Eating out has definitley become common since I was a child. I love visiting Konditorei in Germany and Austria ;)Anne Younghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17970750528434435027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427560122717203300.post-16586650279364889702024-02-18T17:47:00.409+00:002024-02-18T17:47:00.409+00:00I don't recall going out for meals very often ...I don't recall going out for meals very often when I was growing up, either. I remember walking over to the local drug store with Mom & my siblings when I was young where they had a soda fountain & getting ice cream cones while we waited for Dad to get off the bus coming home from work. Once in a while for birthdays we'd go out for birthday dinners. One of my favorite times when I was in my teens happened after church youth group meetings when we'd piled into cars and go down to Mel's drive-in in Berkeley for hamburgers, fries, & shakes. And later, when I was living in my own apt. & working, I'd get off the bus on my way home & meet my Mom & Dad at a local coffee & donut shop to visit & get caught up on the news from home. Fun times.La Nightingailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04769079547153094005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427560122717203300.post-85383635293369334712024-02-12T01:01:14.829+00:002024-02-12T01:01:14.829+00:00All wonderful, but I like the snaps of your daught...All wonderful, but I like the snaps of your daughter and husband dancing on the green and your great grandfather making merry while in the stocks. Preserving fun and joy is the real value of family photos. And it takes a photographer with good timing to capture spontaneity like that.Mike Brubakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13065245846262417519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427560122717203300.post-66643784858617390052024-02-11T11:05:09.827+00:002024-02-11T11:05:09.827+00:00A great variety of "fun"!A great variety of "fun"!Monica T.https://www.blogger.com/profile/08689139847780132966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427560122717203300.post-29542370609745338242024-02-10T16:23:53.120+00:002024-02-10T16:23:53.120+00:00What a wonderful post! The pictures showing the h...What a wonderful post! The pictures showing the happy playfulness of your family to six generations back is special. And yes, how lucky you are to have them to share with us! :) La Nightingailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04769079547153094005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427560122717203300.post-58865485524898218362024-02-10T15:58:29.388+00:002024-02-10T15:58:29.388+00:00Loved seeing all the family members, young and old...Loved seeing all the family members, young and old, in different costumes and activities. You are so fortunate to have all of these to share.Barbara Rogershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08351113054045427775noreply@blogger.com