Photoblog > Number 5

Posted on August 9, 2010 by Wim

My brother sent me a scan of an old photo of my family. We are standing in the door of the house I grew up in. This must have been in 1957; my parents had five children then and there were two more girls to be born later. 
The photographer was possibly a friend of my father’s who had a camera and who took photos of me and my siblings every now and then.
I am the one on the left.

Number 5

On this day in history

  • Light
  • Column
  • Rieselfeld by Philine 4
  • Beach II
  • Cold Store – Staircase
  • Alley V
  • Llano III
  • Blighted Oak

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By Philine on Monday, August 9, 2010 at 07:51

oh, what a lovely memory- and a happy family!- all members are dressed up so properly on this day- with ties even the little boys- I remember to have worn such a ribbon in the hair like your sister on the right! Your father looks a bit like you? Zeven kinderen laten opgroeien/ grootbrengen- wat voor een taak, een moeite maar ook een plezier voor jouw moeder en jouw vader in zeker te weten vaak niet makkelijke tijden! Dit mocht zijn stempel hebben gedrukt op alle personen! En zoals ik weet houden de kinderen die uit grote gezinnen afstammen goed bij elkaar!

By Ginnie on Monday, August 9, 2010 at 09:23

You really were such a happy family, Wim. And knowing you today, with your wonderful smile, I can see why! Philine is right…I see you in your dad’s face.

By petra Oldeman on Monday, August 9, 2010 at 19:15

What a lovely photo Wim!
It was great to see you again yesterday and the etch is just beautiful!
Petra

By Eleanor on Monday, August 9, 2010 at 22:42

What a wonderful, happy family picture. These old photos mean such a lot.

By pieterbie on Tuesday, August 10, 2010 at 13:01

Wow, 5 children.
1957, I wasn’t even born yet then :-)

By Remco on Saturday, August 28, 2010 at 22:37

‘T heeft iets weg van een appel en een boom. . . . alleen dan een Beukenboom ..;-)

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