The prompt this week on Sepia Saturday
would take us to Sidney's backyards circa 1900 during an outbreak of bubonic plague.
I'll take you to a different backyard in another time of turmoil [WW2].
"Grandma in her Garden [Mont-Joli, possibly circa 1940s]"
You'll obviously realize I have edited this photograph.
Electric cables crossed the little bit of sky present here so I removed them.
A partial view of a window and a door were visible [and distracting] on the house on the right.
There were stains and scratches...
Got rid of those as well!!!
I then overlaid a vintage texture where I could control the vintage value better
than what time had laid over this poor little photograph.
My maternal grandma standing in her garden.
I suspect my grandfather was not likely to be the photographer.
It would be out of character somehow,
but I could be wrong...
Grandma seems relax,
wearing a pretty dress and she even did her hair up.
Was there a special occasion?!?
I'll never know... [nor you for that matter!!].
Depending which year this was,
possibly the elder uncle G. may have already been off to the seminary,
the younger uncle G. was perhaps gone to work in the Great North;
the elder boy [M.] may already be employed by the CN [Canadian National Railways].
I have no idea what my mother's elder sister did,
at any time prior to her marriage where she had at least one miscarriage and four healthy children
before starting her own [successful] lingerie business.
You met one of her children in my last post,
that cousin that taught me to play Liebestraum...
I know mom worked in her father's movie theater and then another;
in a bank and then for Quebec Telephone.
So it would be years before grandma really faced an empty nest,
and even so,
friends, relatives and neighbors would always popped by,
so it's not like the place was ever quiet...
A graceful host,
she always had something to present to her guests.
This picture will remain for me a mystery.
It seems rather peaceful here
but the RAF aviators were based nearby,
German submarines crossed over the Atlantic and were seen in the St-Lawrence River...
but the real battle was happening elsewhere,
Mostly only terror reigned on this side.
But I remember things my mom said about that backyard.
How she and her siblings built snow forts where they battle against the other kids of the neighborhood.
How she climbed the fruit trees in the yard and ate the fruits 'till she made herself sick.
How she'd climbed those fences to go to their neighbors instead of going around...
Mom was a tomboy!!
Not that you could ever tell by the woman she became...
Always looking proper and crossing her legs as a lady should.
She also told me about the chicken the kept
and how that chore was always carried out by the boy that was to become my father,
because the younger uncle G. was too lazy to do it...
My father[to-be] ended up with the slice of pie
because my grandma recognized the effort.
Uncle G. got one too,
I've shown this backyard before.
This post here with my mom and the two uncles G. before I officially joined SS;
here two pictures with a different scenario even if taken at the same place and same time...
There are a few more but that's it for me today.
I thought it'd be nice to show grandma on this Woman's Day.
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