This week's Sepia Saturday photo challenge offers you the uniforms, guns, cops and bicycles.
I think I choose bikes.
First a photo from my aunt Senja's album.
At the back of this photo there is a text - "to Milja". I don't know who Milja was and why this photo is in my great aunt Senja's collection. There are many other photos of handsome young men that belonged also to Milja and this my guess: Milja was getting married and she had to get rid of all photos of her past admirers. So she gave them to my aunt Senja
The photo was taken at City Park, Washington St. Entrance, Portland, Oregon by Cal Calvert Mazeograph Studio 1910.
This is also taken in the same studio and from Senja's album, unfortunately again unknown gentlemen in an airplane.
Studio backdrops and setups were arranged next to each other in the studio. Presumably the customer would select one and move into position, the photographer would aim the camera, and ten minutes later the patron would have their custom post cards. This studio is well known for it's humorous setup and backdrop of an airplane over Portland.
Back to bicycles, now in Finland and to aunt Hilda's album.
In the 1920s the bicycle was at first very manly vehicle.
Aunt Hilda's friend was a modern lady, she bought a bicycle despite the common opinion
- bicycles were not for women.
around 1930-1940 and my family album
Also my father had a bicycle. Here he is driving and his friend is sitting at the back. As a young man my father was a "pelimanni" and it was easy for him to carry his banjo with a bike. I think accordion players had much more difficulties driving bike and carrying accordion at the same time.
( Pelimanni music is Finnish traditional folk and dance music, sorry I can't translate it in English.)
My brother with our first and new bicycle,
and of course I also had to go to the picture.
I think the bike was a little too big for me then.
Our children, daughter and baby boy ( not at bike age yet ),
and their two friends.
And finaly around 2000 he ( our baby boy ) really is at the bike age.
Now he's a family man and luckily not a motorbike man any more.
And the latest invention on bikes,
our youngest grandchild learning balance with his kickbike.