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Photography in Altoona -- The Cover129 viewsThis was the cover and title page of the "album." Altoona refers to the town in Pennsylvania in which I was born. The album was actually a collection of photos taken on a visit to my grandma's house there.
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On the Train145 viewsHere is a record shot taken in a Pennsylvania Railroad coach car on the way from Pittsburgh to Altoona. From left to right, we have my brother (partially obscured by coach seat in front of him), my mother, and my father. I was behind the lens. I believe this was taken around 1955.
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My Brother and I114 viewsI'm on the left. My brother is picking his nose on the right. We were in Grandma's sun parlor. That's where kids were allowed to be. The living room was for grownups.
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A View from the Sun Parlor116 viewsHere we have a photo of a chair in the sun parlor. For an eight year-old, a chair is the ultimate in stationary subjects.
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The Sun, As Viewed from the Sun Parlor122 viewsAs long as I was corraled in there, I thought I should have photographs of BOTH windows.
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Grandpa Relaxes in his Chair147 viewsHis favorite chair was in the sun parlor. I think Grandma actually considered him like the kids in that he, too, probably wasn't allowed to be in the living room. Grandpa didn't smile a lot. Retired at this point, he was a serious coin collector. His other passions were antiques and working in his compost pile in the back yard. (Note: this is NOT the movie mogul Harry Cohn; however, his nephew, Sam Cohn, is a rather famous theatrical agent and financier.)
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One Final Group Shot159 viewsFrom left to right, we have the following happy people: Grandma, Mama, Grandpa, Daddy, and Butchie. Dinners at Grandma's house were much more formal than were dinners at home. One very cool thing (for us kids) was that under the dining room rug near the head of the table, there was a foot switch that triggered a buzzer in the kitchen, which was used to summon the maid (Daisy). My brother and I were exhorted not to play with it, but of course we ignored the admonishment. Family gatherings around the dinner table are a dying tradition. Back then, in the 1950s, we might have been dysfunctional, but nevertheless we used to gather around the dinner table every evening, which is more than can be said for many, if not most, families today.
 
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