Hopefully you remember last Wednesday’s post about personal space, because in a way, this is part 2 of the story.
That post got me to thinking about an old photograph of Father’s. It was a favorite of all us kids.
“Can we see that picture, Dad? The one where everyone is standing a mile apart from each other?”
He insisted the picture was really about the house – The Hovey Homestead – but we knew better.
Take a look, friends. Have you ever seen a family with more personal space issues?
The photo was taken around 1910, and I suppose it’s possible the house was the star attraction. It was built by Great-Grandfather (the gent far right), after he came from Norway and found a wife. She’s the woman center right, the one bearing an uncanny resemblance to a figure in a wax museum.
And slightly left of center – the tall distinguished looking gentleman – that’s my Grandfather, Carl. The other three men are his brothers, Andrew, Joe & Peter. The woman in the white dress is his sister and the only one I knew – she’s my Great-Aunt Crissy. (I’m afraid I don’t know the dog’s name.) Two siblings are missing. Maybe they were more prone to hugging? I don’t know.
I always liked to imagine the poor chap trying to photograph this family.
“Alright everyone, let’s line up in front of the house… well, Grandma, that’s certainly in front of the house. Do you think you can turn just a bit… just a little… no? Okay, well, if the rest of you can move in closer to her? … A little more… more… Um, you know Grandpa, if you could join the rest of the family over there… Ah geez, now one sat down… Listen, I’ll just step back, like… 20 feet or so, I should be able to get you all. Yes, don’t worry. I’m getting the fern too.”