Last week I posted photos of my mother taken in 1918, showing the dual sides of her personality. On this page are are family photos of the Gartz family, the one below taken about the same time as my Mom’s photos. Lisi, my paternal grandmother made sure the family had regular formal portraits taken, sending copies back home to both her and Josef’s families in Romania. I have many letters thanking her for the pictures.
If you’ve been following along, you know this blog started with the postcards and love letters from Josef Gärtz to his sweetheart, Lisi Ebner (see Can Love Last 100 Years?), many of which were written as he made way toward America from Transylvania. You can read more of Josef’s diary recounting that harrowing trip, including Terror Atop the Train, if you scroll down on the right side of this page, to “Blog Archives,” and click on “December, 2010.”
In the photo above, my dad (I’d say he’s about 12-14 months old) is standing on his father’s knee.
My grandparents, Josef and Lisi, are on the left, and their sons, Wilhelm (nicknamed “Helmie” as a little boy) and my dad, Fred (left) are seated. I don’t know the other two adults on the right, but the baby must be theirs.
I’d love to crop the photo to see just my Dad and Uncle Will, but scroll down to the bottom to see what I’d get! The dog’s very dead head comes with the close-up. What would you do?