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A Leaky Boat Riding the Waves!


Young Bathing Beauties to be sure! My mother, Vernelle Gailey Richards, must have really trusted my daddy, Leon Richards, to be out in the middle of the lake in this boat. It looks like it's leaking. But she's holding on to him for dear life! I would imagine she was just like me and my sisters ~ never learning to swim. After all her mother, Edna Puckett Gailey, told all of us girls, "Stay OUT of the water ~ you don't know how to swim!"

I never learned exactly when or where this little photograph was taken, but I believe it must have been at a Richards family get-together around the year 1941 or 1943. I am basing that on another picture I found with what looks like the same boat with 3 little tow-headed kids in it. The lake had tree stumps that you could see all around the boat. Some of the Richards' reunions were held around Hemphill and so it could have been one of the East Texas lakes. As to the date the picture was taken, I think mother looks like she may have been pregnant (maybe that's why she wasn't IN the water instead of in that rickety boat) so it could have been before my baby brother, Jimmie Leon, was born in 1941 or me in 1943.

Carnival of Genealogy, 74th Edition


Annual Swimsuit Edition

Back by popular demand, the topic for this edition of the Carnival of Genealogy is: Swimsuit Edition! Why should Sports Illustrated have all the fun? This is our chance to show off the bathing beauties in our family.

This edition of the COG will be hosted by Jasia at Creative Gene.

Comments

CMPointer said…
Looks like she was a brave one! I love your picture and design...they compliment one another very nicely.

Caroline
BeNotForgot said…
Really like your scrapbook page. How adorable your Mom is! And brave?!? That boat is definitely scary looking.
Brett Payne said…
What a great photo, Judith. I agree with you that your mother looks pregnant. Regards, Brett
Bill West said…
Hi Juduth,
Great scrapbook setting for the
photo.There was a old rowboat like
that on the beach near my grandaunt's cottage when I was a kid, and the younger kids used to play in it until the tide started rising and the adults fetched them back to higher ground!
lindalee said…
A total blog...great photo and scrapbooking page to go with it. My Mom wasn't a swimmer and I doubt she ever went out in a boat. I never saw her past knee deep.

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