Bill and Elaine Greenberg Family and Friends: Saturday, November 10

Here we are, the weekend after the big election. I thought life might slow down a bit, but it is as hectic as ever. Today I continue posting photos that have already been scanned into the computer. I have a long way to go before I scan new ones.

These are some of the slides that were taken in the late 1950's. They were taken in Los Angeles. We would spend the summer on the road with grandpa and grandma selling drygoods to the Amish. Grandpa would spend weeks folding the cloth by the yard and packing it into boxes. He shipped it to railroad sidings in many different Amish towns. We would pull the trailer into town and park it in a trailer court. Either Susie or I would go with him to the train siding and load up the trunk of his car every day and make our rounds from door to door with the Amish. After Iowa we would load what was left into the trailer and make our way west to Los Angeles.

Family Portrait- Bubba Rose, Uncle Sy, Aunt Harriet, Roslyn and Sheryl

Bubba Rose with (I think) her brother Joe.

Bubba Rose with friends. On the wall are pictures. From left to right- Me, Susie, Arline and Judy and Roslyn

Grandma in the kitchen with Bubba

Grandpa and Grandma with Bubba- Please cousins, if you know who these others are, let me know.

Bubba Rose in her bedroom on Fairfax Street.

Picnic in back of Danny and Ribsie's house. Aunt Harriet, Danny, Bubba, Aunt Esther and Ribsie,

Grandma Elaine and Me on Alv.eros Street. I am holding Nikki. He was our wonderful dog who went everywhere with us. He was named after Nikita Khruschev.

Grandma and Grandpa. Is this the Grand Canyon?

Ribsie and Grandma in Ribsie's pool.

Grandma with (Name these folks???)

Grandma with her good friend Betty Wilson. Arine and Judy might remember the Wilsons? They had a shoe store and we would all go and play with their xray machine. We would get on and watch the bones in our feet.

Grandpa and grandma with Aunt Harriet, Uncle Sy and the kidlets. My cousins Roslyn and Sheryl are much closer in age to my children, Rob and Pete, than they are to me. Grandpa Bill was gaga over them. It had been so long since we had babies in the family and he adored them more than you can imagine. We all felt that way.