Below are some of my favorite old pictures of my grandparents. To me, they capture the romance and glamor of a lost era.
Poppie is on the far left and my grandmother is in the middle.
Poppie on far left, Granny next to him in the middle beside my Great Aunt and Great Uncle (Poppie's brother)
My Granny catching a train in Vancouver to visit my Poppie while he was stationed in Ottawa, Canada around 1944.
Granny and Poppie
My great-grandfather went to the prairies of Saskatchewan to start up as a farmer twice after immigrating from Canada from Scotland. Both times the crops failed and he was forced to move back to the city (Vancouver). He still dreamed of becoming a farmer (I assume that is where I get it from) and tried to convince my great grandmother to move back with him one last time. She told him that he was welcome to go, but that she was staying put! He chose his wife over farming but he did put their acre lot in the middle of the city to use grown vegetables and even raised chickens for eggs that my Poppie sold around the neighborhood, Above is a picture of Poppie's brother with his father in the prairies in 1914. Below is a picture of the great teams of draft horses they used at harvest.