tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892358786681938797.post8815140323532487945..comments2024-03-05T11:10:29.953-05:00Comments on My Ancestors and Me: A Break Between ChoresNancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12136584654825212359noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892358786681938797.post-22122123992358342522011-07-22T16:03:01.388-04:002011-07-22T16:03:01.388-04:00What a picture! It's amazing how much you can...What a picture! It's amazing how much you can remember from one small picture. I didn't know you had an apple tree growing up. Did you use the apples for anything?Brennanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892358786681938797.post-53031218578651136622011-07-18T08:04:37.505-04:002011-07-18T08:04:37.505-04:00Well written memories deriving from your photo.Well written memories deriving from your photo.Doctor FTSEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10052101566471519778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892358786681938797.post-50830704414228647802011-07-17T19:57:08.701-04:002011-07-17T19:57:08.701-04:00My brother shared the information below. Thanks, ...My brother shared the information below. Thanks, Bob!<br /><br />In 1953 Dad bought a new Ford sedan. It replaced a 1947 Pontiac he had bought used after WWII.<br /> <br />In the l960's he did by two used Fords, a '52 and a '53. I used the one at ONU until I wrecked it. Dad replaced it with another Ford of that era. I don't remember the order in which they were bought.<br /><br />When Dad worked turns at the mill (Copperweld) he got two weekends a year off--if he was lucky. If someone else was on vacation, sick, or needed personal time it seemed to me Dad always got "stuck" with working that time. It wasn't uncommon for him to work 18 or 24 hours straight, get 8 hours off and have to be back to work to do it all over again.<br /><br />Those long weekends were treasured by all of us. Sometimes we went on weekend rides, other times we went to church as a family or got to spend time together. Dad, of course, loved it but also caught up<br />on some of his sleep.Nancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12136584654825212359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892358786681938797.post-39289608512747796332011-07-17T11:30:15.018-04:002011-07-17T11:30:15.018-04:00Great picture. He certainly looks like someone who...Great picture. He certainly looks like someone who works hardHowardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07556727166267551805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892358786681938797.post-62322500481134739162011-07-17T09:58:23.665-04:002011-07-17T09:58:23.665-04:00I had not seen the Sepia Saturday site before. Wh...I had not seen the Sepia Saturday site before. What fantastic pictures!Kathy Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09417754385375586302noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892358786681938797.post-2572731023158451652011-07-17T08:43:58.626-04:002011-07-17T08:43:58.626-04:00I related to your post today for several reasons, ...I related to your post today for several reasons, especially the steel mill shift work. My step father worked at Braeburn Steel in PA & I remember shift work or turns as you wrote. Today my own husband is a very handy man which is a rare breed nowadays when we are expected to simply throw out and replace by spending $$ to buy a new. Familiar with Warren Ohio too. I don't recall in PA the use of slag for drives, but I suppose it may have happened.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09093078029028920810noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892358786681938797.post-45839965840554609802011-07-17T08:02:14.420-04:002011-07-17T08:02:14.420-04:00He looks comfortable even if the table was hard. M...He looks comfortable even if the table was hard. My first job was at a steelworks but I only worked shifts when there was a 'strike' and then it was 12 hours at a time.Bob Scotneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00662958579705940009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892358786681938797.post-32901270148741450812011-07-17T06:28:04.543-04:002011-07-17T06:28:04.543-04:00I have always thought that old photographs and mem...I have always thought that old photographs and memories were close siblings : your post just reinforces that thought.Alan Burnetthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01015127443616786425noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892358786681938797.post-46018975360910078692011-07-17T05:43:16.905-04:002011-07-17T05:43:16.905-04:00Reading this on my iPhone screen, the photo looks ...Reading this on my iPhone screen, the photo looks like a painting! It's wonderful. In some places cops keep that odd schedule, a sort of swinging shift. Very interesting post!Leahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14061893047279652658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892358786681938797.post-85003675906119003252011-07-16T22:19:57.131-04:002011-07-16T22:19:57.131-04:00Amazing that he could work that bizzare schedule a...Amazing that he could work that bizzare schedule and still keep everything working around the house. Hats off to him. 1966 was a good year.Kristinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06413795611563683135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892358786681938797.post-56899920897896697332011-07-16T17:55:47.314-04:002011-07-16T17:55:47.314-04:00Amazing what memories pop up from a simple picture...Amazing what memories pop up from a simple picture of your dad taking a short summer snooze. vVery nice.Joanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07948553013206247354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892358786681938797.post-18018883222511128002011-07-16T16:10:21.329-04:002011-07-16T16:10:21.329-04:00What a great tour of the yard...What a great tour of the yard...Christine H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/09786732494496282743noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892358786681938797.post-41585668095860355882011-07-16T16:01:19.810-04:002011-07-16T16:01:19.810-04:00That certainly was hard work! I'm not surpris...That certainly was hard work! I'm not surprised you father was taking a break. he had a lovely spot for one. :)Sheila @ A Postcard a Dayhttp://apostcardaday.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892358786681938797.post-35680222756907522362011-07-16T15:51:24.023-04:002011-07-16T15:51:24.023-04:00Such a perfect moment captured.Such a perfect moment captured.Tattered and Losthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00208918251232477186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892358786681938797.post-68810762347827004012011-07-16T15:30:26.820-04:002011-07-16T15:30:26.820-04:00When one truly works hard, even a picnic table und...When one truly works hard, even a picnic table under the shade is comfortable! Fun to "visit" the childhood home through photos...Margarethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00007201357693227614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892358786681938797.post-3140865301342479562011-07-16T14:44:00.864-04:002011-07-16T14:44:00.864-04:00Isn't funny how some dads seem to be able to s...Isn't funny how some dads seem to be able to sleep just about anywhere's and on the hardest of surfaces? my dad always liked the hard floor to sleep on over a bed. Great photo and memories Nancy :) I always enjoy reading your blog.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09868602300924756450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892358786681938797.post-12512171434458381982011-07-16T13:58:06.787-04:002011-07-16T13:58:06.787-04:00What a great picture to have. Your dad was certai...What a great picture to have. Your dad was certainly a hard worker, I don't think I would last very long on that schedule!!!Leah Kleyleinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04796483107434706318noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892358786681938797.post-57614876483044055892011-07-16T13:35:02.150-04:002011-07-16T13:35:02.150-04:00A nice memento made nicer with your added memories...A nice memento made nicer with your added memories. Funny how the structured times of our lives are often what define us.Mike Brubakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13065245846262417519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892358786681938797.post-79423249361286971712011-07-16T12:08:16.254-04:002011-07-16T12:08:16.254-04:00Great postcard and lovely write-up of your side ya...Great postcard and lovely write-up of your side yard. My dad was exactly the opposite. His (civil service) hours were like clockwork, and breakfast, lunch and dinner were always at the same time every day. Only in later life when he retired did things take on a less structured nature.dakotaboohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00804592205708387211noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892358786681938797.post-12242987556645036772011-07-16T09:21:51.046-04:002011-07-16T09:21:51.046-04:00What a small world, my great-grandfather worked fo...What a small world, my great-grandfather worked for Copperweld Steel for thirty+ years (the 1940s - 1970s and maybe even earlier). They lived on Oak St. in Warren and he used to walk to work everyday. Your post has given me some insight into what my great-grandfather's work day might have been like, thanks!Leahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12918752742296339994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892358786681938797.post-60747129390864762482011-07-16T08:25:29.162-04:002011-07-16T08:25:29.162-04:00Your dad was certainly a hard worker! I could neve...Your dad was certainly a hard worker! I could never have kept up with that constantly changing schedule!Dorene from Ohiohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05371522353987796175noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892358786681938797.post-8902553295712537332011-07-16T06:12:04.233-04:002011-07-16T06:12:04.233-04:00Nice shady spot for Dad’s littel nap, but the tabl...Nice shady spot for Dad’s littel nap, but the table looks like it might have been a bit hard!Little Nellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11862657943846727987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892358786681938797.post-13590566805311519712011-07-16T05:10:10.833-04:002011-07-16T05:10:10.833-04:00Looks like a forty winks moment...Looks like a forty winks moment...Jinksyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01686101468214361004noreply@blogger.com