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Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Sunday, January 28, 2007
We enjoy watching the big ships pass by while fishing the Chesapeake. We must always keep a close lookout for them as they are traveling much faster than they appear at first glance. The best indicator of their speed is size of the wave thrown up by the bow
Friday, January 26, 2007
Snapshots like these become more precious to us as the years pass. My Big Brother certainly has changed since Mom captured this moment back in 1951
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Monday, January 22, 2007
With the light dusting of snow and a partly cloudy sky creating a spotlight effect, Saturday morning was the perfect time to photograph the old barn.
Saturday, January 20, 2007
I nearly missed this sunrise as the sky became a glorious red/orange while I was still a couple of miles from my vantage point. Within minutes of my arrival the beautiful sunrise was only a memory and a photograph.
Friday, January 19, 2007
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
My wife and I have been working on collecting old family photographs for over two years now. We have contacted many extended family members and have been very pleased with their willingness to share. We have scanned hundreds of old photos and attempted to identify as many of the individuals as possible. As a reward for their help we always give a CD of our collection. Finding photographs of people with no way of identifying them is very common. Genealogical data bases are very helpful with names, dates and relationships but they cannot positively identify old photographs
At times a photograph will lead one on an interesting mystery; such is the story of this photo. We located it in a small leather bound album from the collection of one of my wife’s aunts. The album contained twenty five photographs mostly taken by studios in Chambersburg, Shippensburg, and Greencastle Pennsylvania. No one had taken the time to record any information on the page provided.
This one photograph though was identified by the following writing on the back side. David Byron Shatzer, photographed Chattanooga Tennessee, Army of the Cumberland.
A search of Civil War Military records revealed that he enlisted as a private August 27th 1861 at Chambersburg Pa. and was discharged August 13th 1865 at Philadelphia. He was twenty six years old 5’ 8 ½“in height at enlistment. His residence is listed as Franklin County Pa. It is also noted that he reenlisted at Portsmouth Va. November 18th 1863.
One day while my wife and I were searching for her ancestors in the Cashtown Cemetery, near Chambersburg Pa., I happened upon his grave. From this chance encounter we learned that he was born July 26th 1830 and passed away March 26th 1910.
We have not been able to establish any family ties to David and have no idea of how his photograph came to be among our family keepsakes. If anyone who views this happens to have any additional information I can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org
Monday, January 15, 2007
Shortly after the purchase of our latest “new” used car, my wife took it out for a photo shoot spin. The above photo is the finished product. She was so pleased with the outcome that this collage quickly found its way into one of her many scrapbooks
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Thursday, January 11, 2007
The Ram seems poised to push his way to freedom through the brush and vines that have him trapped as time and the elements erases his very existence.
I photographed this Ram while taking a stroll this evening on a neighboring property. It has been many years since I seen this car but it does hold special memories from my youth. Paul, who is my Dad’s first cousin, took an interest in my brother and me when we were still quite young. We shared some similar interest and Paul was eager to share. We traveled with him in this car to many local jam sessions where everyone would bring their musical instrument and play and sing until the women folk would bring out the refreshment. Homemade ice cream, watermelon, and many other assorted goodies would be served. Afterwards some more music and lots of visiting would complete the day. The music consisted mostly of old Country tunes seldom heard today like The Wabash Cannonball, The Old Age Pension Check, and The Great Speckled Bird.... Songs that truly spoke of country living.
Paul also introduced us to his style of buck hunting. Paul was a very proficient “still hunter” and took us a few times to the mountain and taught us the basics of his technique. It was from him that I learned how to “hunt” deer and not just go and sit hoping that a buck would pass. Paul’s old Dodge carried us on all of those early outings. I remember the floorboards rusting out and when he would cross the creek the water would come in. We quickly learned that when crossing the creek that it was a good idea to lift our feet!
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Sunday, January 07, 2007
This scenic vista can be seen from a natural overlook from the top of Tuscarora Mountain. The vantage point is located in the Buchanan State Forrest and is easily accessible.
Some of the folks who visit here feel led to leave more behind than others would care for. That their acts are illegal and frowned upon by most visitors does not hinder them in the least. According to our Forest Rangers the paint is most difficult to remove from the surface of the boulders. Forestry crews have tried a number of methods of removal and have settled on simply covering it up by spray painting over the graffiti with gray or brown auto primer to blend with the rock surface
The text of this graffiti seems to indicate an appreciation for nature but the act indicates otherwise.
Will archeologist many centuries from now study “21st Century” rock painting to gain a better understanding of the “primitive people” who lived during this time?
Friday, January 05, 2007
The above photograph of my Dad with his first school bus is an example of the accidental double exposure. Although the image is jumbled it has remained in my collection of snapshots from my early years
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
This photo was taken of me by my brother in 1964 when we were visiting a neighbors farm. I suppose it was our version of a “Photo Shoot”. My prized “Snappy Tower” is hanging from my arm.
Monday, January 01, 2007
He may be a nuisance but he is a beautiful nuisance. In this case I like having the little guy around to brighten my day.