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?
DON’T CROP IT, IT MAKES IT REALLY FRIGHTENING! SOME PEOPLE POSE ON BEARSKIN RUGS, THIS WAS YOUR FAMILY’S VERSION–PROBABLY EASIER TO FIND A STUFFED DOG THAN A STUFFED BEAR IN CHICAGO!
I would use PhotoShop to remove the dog! 🙂
Yes, this photo is, well, weird if not frightening. What’s with these mens’ white outfits, a dead dog, stilted postures, etc.? Something looks wrong here and we can all be glad to have made it out. Henry
Insert a cartoon balloon next to Sam’s head and let him tell us. He seems like he has something to say about it.
The dead canine has me stumped…
It’s an arresting and odd photograph. I’d guess the photographer provided the prop. When Syd got professional photographs a few years ago, the photog suggested trying a few shots with a stuffed parrot posed on Syd’s shoulder.
Well, perhaps there are two options: 1) Photoshop the dog out of the pic to have a freaky canine-free photo, and 2) Just keep the dead dog in the pic for historical value’s sake. Thanks for sharing these most interesting photos!
I vote for keeping the dog in! It is a little strange, but makes for great conversation!
Thanks to everyone for your comments and suggestions–one person, who didn’t comment here, sent me a quick version with the dog removed! Thank you! I will probably keep the dog as the original and try to use a simple program to remove it in another I kinda like its weirdness. It speaks of another time, when folks weren’t obsessed with presenting their families in ways that would meet with world-wide approval. Jacqi–the balloon idea is hilarious! And my dad, Fred, does look like he’s annoyed just to have to be there — dressed all in uncomfortable white clothes!
Maybe it was a beloved family pet, although I have had no pets I would want around the house stuffed! I might take the head out if I was blowing up the two boys but definately leave it in with the baby sitting on it. Yikes!
I know this is creepy but I find myself laughing hysterically. You see/learn something new every day.
Linda, are you sure that’s a dog? It looks a little more wolf-like to me….
Aside from the “dog,” this photo is so interesting. There’s lots of detail to look at (except Lightbox doesn’t enlarge). What is the little box between the two boys? Did you notice Lisi’s skirt and the detail work on it? Also, I think it’s interesting that she (or someone) put doilies (probably handmade) on the box the boys are sitting on.
What a photo!
I have to agree with you, Nancy, and thanks for taking such a close look. The boys, with their all-white clothing with wide collars and white button-up boots, must be quite uncomfortable.
Whether it’s a dog or a wolf (seems the snout is a little short for a wolf) I can’t know for certain. Maybe we’ll just say canine!