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Tag Archives: vintage family photos

Meet the Schirfs, updated

Beginning with my paternal grandparents, we move on to my parents, my dad’s family, and my brother — characters, each and every one. Arranged roughly in chronological order.

Cast of characters:

  • Nicholas Peter Schirf and wife Anna Marie Shank, married c. 1910
  • Children Mildred, Ralph (my dad), Marietta, and Thelma, plus a possible appearance by Harold
  • Thelma’s husband John Conner and granddaughter Erin
  • Daisy (my mother), Virgil (my brother), and yours truly
  • Possibly a few unidentified family members and/or third parties
Meet the Schirfs
Meet the Schirfs
72 photos
Wedding, Nicholas Peter Schirf, Anna Marie Shank
Thelma, Harold?, Marietta
Thelma Schirf,  23 May 1940
Ralph Schirf, Army Air Force
"To a sister I love Marietta from Ralph"
Ralph Schirf
Ralph Schirf
Ralph Schirf with dog and guitar
Ralph, Marietta Schirf
Marietta Schirf keylining
Ralph Schirf with car
Ralph Schirf
Marietta at Lake Laure, Marlyand, Sep46
Grandmother Anna Marie, Mildred, Thelma, Ralph, Aug48
Grandmother Anna Marie, Mildred, Thelma, Marietta, Ralph, Aug48
Mildred, Grandmother Anna Marie, Thelma, Ralph
Ralph, Thelma, Aug1948
Ralph, Marietta, Aug48
Ralph, Marietta, Aug48
Ralph
Ralph
Ralph at Lincoln Park Zoo
Marietta, 24Aug1951
Daisy, Virgil, Diane
Virgil
Virgil, Ralph
Daisy, Virgil, 15Apr1956
Ralph, Virgil, Daisy, 1957
Virgil, Hamburg, New York, winter 1959
Virgil
John Conner, Virgil, Thelma, Jim Conner, Ralph, Marietta
Daisy, Diane
Ralph, Diane
Virgil feeding Diane
Diane
Diane, 4May1962
Diane and Virgil, December 1961
Diane, Virgil with sprinkler
Ralph and Diane, April 1965
Virgil and Diane, 7Sep1966
Diane and Virgil, November 1966
Virgil and Diane, March 1967
Diane in checkered dress, 4June1967
Diane, June 1967
Virgil birthday, 1967
Thelma and Marietta in matching dresses, 16Sep1967
Diane, Virgil, Christmas 1967
Thelma, Erin Conner
Mildred, Thelma, July 1971
Diane, Virgil with encyclopedias, January 1972
Virgil in Okinawa, November 1972
Virgil in uniform, January 1972
Virgil and Diane, January 1972
Diane, 6th grade graduation in 1973(?)
Virgil with wig
Daisy, Diane with Donna, 1977
Ralph and Daisy, 25th wedding anniversary
Virgil, Marietta
Marietta, Erin Conner
Virgil and Diane, 1981
Ralph, Diane, Daisy at Christmas
Ralph, October 1982
Virgil, Mildred, June (May?) 1983
Diane at convocation, 11June1983
Marietta and Diane in DC
Ralph, Marietta
Marietta and Ralph, August 1984
Ralph
Ralph
Diane and Courtney Lenna, November 1989
Diane and Virgil
Diane by Courtney L. Schirf, 28November1997
June 9, 2020 by dlschirf Posted in Blog, Life Tagged family, photo, Schirfs, vintage family photos 3 Replies

Virgil’s school photos

words and images Posted on January 25, 2020 by dlschirfMay 1, 2020

I can date only a couple of my brother Virgil’s school photos, but tried to arrange them by apparent (to me) age. I wasn’t born until Virgil was almost eight years old, and I don’t remember much before kindergarten (except, I think, climbing out of and dangling from my crib, giving my mother heart palpitations when she found me). My first day of kindergarten was his first day of eighth grade.

Virgil and Diane, 9/7/1966
First day of kindergarten!
Virgil’s school photos
Virgil’s school photos
7 photos
Virgil_school_2
Virgil_school
Virgil 64-65
Virgil 12 9th grade
photo of photo, not scanned
Virgil Schirf 1968-69
Virgil 70-71

Virgil’s reaction to these photos?

What a brutally handsome dude. Who is he?

That’s Virgil in a nutshell. Or old photos.

Posted in Blog, Reminiscence | Tagged family, photo, vintage family photos | Leave a reply

Shoebox gateway to past

words and images Posted on June 24, 2019 by dlschirfApril 7, 2020
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Dad in October 1982, age 69, with his reduced garden, about six years before offering to throw a lifetime’s worth of family photos away

I’ve seen vintage photos and postcards for sale, and even bought a few myself, such as postcards of Starved Rock State Park.

I understand wanting postcards, souvenirs of places that have disappeared, changed, or survived — time capsules of a not-too-distant, recognizable past.

It’s harder for me to understand buying mundane photos of regular people the buyer never knew. Do they hope the photos will turn out to be valuable? Do they want to make up stories about the unknown, deceased-these-many-years people? Do they pretend strangers are their own family members, giving them names and histories? Or do they simply want to add old photos to their decor for a vintage look?

I was thinking about this when going through two shoeboxes of family photos. I’d finally found the perfect scanner for small photos (e.g., 4” x 6”). Many of my oldest photos are smaller. Some have typewritten captions on the back. I suspect these were added by Aunt Marietta, who after World War II became an executive assistant with the Atomic Energy Commission, later the Nuclear Regulatory Commission. I don’t think anyone else would have had access to a typewriter.

Some have handwritten captions. Many aren’t labeled — no subject, location, or date. Dad labeled most of his photos, at least later. I think these random, unlabeled photos frustrated him — even though he knew most of the subjects. I wonder what a photo buyer would make of them?

I don’t know what to make of some of them myself. There’s a little blonde girl who is not the daughter of my mother’s best friend. (She agreed it’s not her.) There are a boy and a girl. The boy could be my brother, but he doesn’t recognize the girl. two of my aunts are posed with a taller man. I can only guess he may have been Harold, a brother had had epilepsy and died before he reached 21.

I have two shoe boxes and a suitcase of my dad’s photos and a lot of scanning to do of the people photos. When he moved to Pennsylvania to be closer to family, he threatened to throw out every photo. Panicked, I hastily communicated he was not to toss a single photo, and I would take them. I was shocked, but he was in a purging mood. Who knows? A buyer may have wanted them.

All this is a long way of saying to expect to see small vintage photos posted here once in a while, along with anything I know and think about them.

Posted in Blog, Reminiscence | Tagged family, photo, shoebox, vintage family photos | Leave a reply

V-Mail from my dad, Ralph Schirf

words and images Posted on November 11, 2016 by dlschirfSeptember 13, 2022

A few years ago I did a search on my dad’s name and found an old auction for V-Mail (“Greetings from Britain”) from Private Ralph Schirf. I hadn’t known about the auction, long since over, in time to bid. Here are the clues that it’s from my dad:

  • Ralph Schirf is a unique name. Schirf is rare, and we’re all related. Ralph Schirf is one of a kind.
  • He was from the Altoona, Pennsylvania, area.
  • He served as a private in the Army Air Forces during WWII in England (artillery, I believe, although he didn’t talk about it). He was honorably discharged as a corporal.
  • That’s his block printing.
  • His beloved sister Marjorie married a Way (Ellis G. in the obituary of one of their children).
  • He once signed a birthday card to me “Father Ralph.” It’s not a stretch to imagine him signing “Brother Ralph” to his sister.

I would love if the buyer found this post and offered to sell me Dad’s V-Mail, but in lieu of the physical pieces I’ll have to be content with small digital photos.

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The long view
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Brother Ralph
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Sent from Brother Ralph to his sister in Juanita, Altoona
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Closeup of the address and date

Here’s more from the Postal Museum about V-Mail.

USPS PDF about the history and process of sending V-Mail.

My dad:

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Dad in the Army Air Forces, year unknown. He served in Hawaii before WWII, was honorably discharged, and re-enlisted after Pearl Harbor. His youngest sister, Marietta, also served.

And his grave in Bellwood, Pennsylvania, outside Altoona:

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Dad’s marker at Logan Valley Cemetery in Antis Township/Bellwood
Posted in Blog, Life | Tagged family, nostalgia, photo, vintage family photos | 1 Reply

My portrait

portrait

I found this portrait on my computer the other day. An online acquaintance drew it in 1998 based on a scan of a portrait photo taken of my brother and me in the late 1980s or 1990s at a Sears store in San Antonio, Texas. The original photo is from a different era in my life, and the artist has never met me face to face. It’s a wonderful work, and for many years I displayed it on my Web site. I removed it primarily because I thought it might appear that I am claiming I look like that now. I do not.

From the perspective of 2006, I don’t recognized the woman in the portrait. It is not simply that she is younger, fresher, more innocent, less jaded than I am. It is not that she looks a little shyer, a little more hesitant, a little less confident. It is all that, but it is also more, more than I can probably see or sense. What strikes me most, beyond her reserve, is how happy she seems; her smile is calm, warm, open, and genuine.

diane-virgil portrait
The original

I do not think I have ever felt that way as an adult. At the time, I worked at a job that was tedious, meaningless, and draining in an environment that was difficult and without intellect, heart, or spirit. I tried repeatedly to escape, but each failed attempt reminded me that no one elsewhere wanted me and that my chances were small and stagnant. No one could see my potential, nor could I persuade anyone of it. My apartment was small, poorly maintained, and neglected, and was neither a refuge or a home except in the most basic sense. I was not in love and had long ago given up on the idea that I ever would be, or could be.I was existing, not living, and was miserable in that existence.

I do not see any of that in the portrait. I see someone who was, or who has become, a stranger to the person I am today. I could wish I still had her youth and freshness and especially of the openness and optimism that still lurk in her eyes, underneath the guardedness.

But they are gone, and I do not think that they will ever return.

May 20, 2006 by dlschirf Posted in Blog, Rumination Tagged drawing, family, photo, portrait, vintage family photos Reply

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