"So, for my genealogy report, I decided to write on my great-great-grandfather, Captain Archibald Witwicky, who was a famous man."
Dave is gone for AT, and since I don't know anyone here yet, I've spent the two weeks scanning something like 800 old family photographs. One of my favorite musty boxes was full of pictures from when my grandma Helen (who I never met, as she died from MS complications in 1973) served in the Army near Marburg, Germany for a year. She was a nurse.
Most of the pictures were unlabeled, and she was in very few of them, but there were so many that I was able to piece together a decent idea of her time there. She was there in 1946-1947, stationed here:
Kinda bleak, if you ask me. It was clearly pretty cold, if this picture of her labeled "Setting my camera" from February 1947 is any kind of an indicator. I think this was taken in the Netherlands, likely on the way to a festival at a frozen bay (hence the boots).
Going through her photos was a reminder to get out from behind the camera more. I think there are maybe two photos of her, total. Also, I need to label all the stuff I took while living in Paris; no one else will ever know who/what is in the picture. They might be able to figure out some people, though. Example: one of my favorite parts of analyzing the photos was realizing that she clearly had a sweetheart in Germany. His name was Sam, and he started as a first lieutenant, although he was promoted to captain while they were together. He was in the Medical Corps, although I'm guessing not a doctor since I think docs are pretty much always at least captains. No idea what his last name was, or what happened to him or anything, but he was a good-looking guy.
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