My Photo Albums
This book is dated 1948. I am assuming this
is a return trip to Norway.
I think I see my great grandparents from both sides(Boe/Peterson)
Note to my grandchildren: This is your great-great-great grandparents, and your
Also, hundreds of relatives from Norway.
There were two small albums tucked together
in a box. They were handled by disrespectful people, and are in bad shape. One
seems to be pictures of my Uncle Egbert. I don’t know if he married and
had children, but he was killed in an auto accident, before I was born. The
small brown album is dedicated to my Uncle Egbert. One of the last photos is of
a casket, and I am assuming it was my uncle.
There is a small green album and it has
pictures of my dad. It is in even worse shape, and, unfortunately, it was
necessary to disassemble it, in order to get good, clear scans. The first
intact page has a photo of my dad holding me, (1946-1947?), and one photo near
the end of the album is a picture of my grandmother, sitting next to a photo of
my dad. Someone wrote on it “Waiting for the war to end”, so I am
thinking this picture is from 1945.
Everything that was on a page shows the page
in it’s entirety, and individual scans were made from that, in an attempt
to show, close up, the faces in the pictures, and to facilitate easy handling
on an individual basis. Loose items were tucked into the books, and I
don’t know if it was intentional, or a result of poor handling.
I hope some of my relatives, that I have
never met, can find this website, and enjoy some photos of long lost relatives.
If you can identify anyone in these photos, you may contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Brown album- Not available yet
Blue Album- Not available yet
Some pictures from my albums.
I was born in Oakland, California on January seventh of 1946, about
five months after the end of WWll. We lived in Vanport Oregon,
until the flood of 1949, where my parents lost everything except the car, the
clothes on our backs, and the picnic lunch my mother packed, pregnant, carrying
my brother. We moved from place to place, Seattle,
and these photos are from those places in the late 40s.
My grandparents lived in Oakland,
and we visited often.
This is me with my dad, my grandmother, and my grandfather,
who passed away not too many years after this picture was taken. He was a
smoker and he died from lung cancer.
My dad told me that he and his father drilled water wells during the
depression, mostly in people’s basements. I wish I would have asked a lot
more about that.
We spent a lot of time with my grandparents before we went to Okinawa
I remember going to the base hospital to get all the shots I needed.
When we got back from Okinawa in 1952, we lived in Yuma, Arizona.
I started the second grade at O.C. Johnson elementary school. Here I am
standing in front of the house at 1301
15th street, Yuma, Arizona.
I live around the corner from
Tim Painter, and we attend school together with Art Bell. I went to www.artbell.com to
see if that was the same guy that went to school with us. Art was a straight
“A” student, and a super athlete, and we all expected big things
from him. I sent an email, and I haven’t heard back from him. I was just
learning how to use the computer when I tried, so I probably should try again,
as that was nearly two years ago.
Here are some more pics from before Okinawa. This is My uncles Bud
and Roy in front of Granny’s house in Portland.
If anyone has that address,
please send it to me. I am probably about three or four in this picture.
I can’t remember where this place was. Does anybody? I recently found evidence that this was White Center. My little friend is Bobby Manning.
I don’t have any pictures from Okinawa,
When we returned to the states, we lived at 1301 15th street in Yuma Arizona.
I have googled the address, and been able to see the
front door, the way it looks now.
This is my sister and brother, me and my Grandma Peterson. The house you see
is the neighbors house.
My father and his Mother.
Anybody remember these guys? Aunt Elsie (Carl’s
wife), holding newborn cousins, Jimmy and Johnnie.
The Peterson kids on horseback in Yuma.
A picture of my dad holding my sister, and my brother stands alongside. I
was just learning how to use my brownie, as you can see.
When we lived in Yuma, we would drive to Oakland to visit Grandma
She lived with my Aunt Agnes and
Uncle Willard Pitney. This is what the streets of Oakland looked like in the 50s.
We took our vacation in San Diego,
at the beach. Dad would pull the trailer and park it, and pitch a tent for us
kids. One year, my cousin Wayne visited us and he came on vacation with us. He
got sunburned so bad, we thought he would die.
He did survive, though, and,
after a brutal summer, damaged forever by the Peterson influence. We sent him
home to Portland.
I finished fifth grade in Yuma and dad got
orders for Sacramento,
McClellan A.F.B. and I can’t find any pictures in my album from there.
Then we were transferred to Harmon A.F.B. in Newfoundland. I have pictures from there,
but the only two handy ones are of
Gary Majorand me, and
his folks, Annie and
When we came back from Newfoundland, dad
was stationed at Paine Field in Everett,
Washington. We lived on a fifteen
acre berry farm (raspberries), just outside of Snohomish.
It was a
beautiful place. And I attended Snohomish
I graduated, fulfilled my military obligation,
and when I got back from tech school I married Pam, and we had two boys
This is a Family “family” picture we
had taken shortly before we traveled to Iran
. We got
some excellent pictures while we were there.
will upload all my pictures from Iran in it’s
I have prepared a slide show of Iran. It isn't finished, but you
can check my progress at http://www.petesmemories.com/iran.ppt