in 52 Weeks
Steps, Stairs and Stoops
For this week’s prompt I thought I’d share some favorite family photos that include steps. While writing this post I discovered the term “stairs” typically refers to a collection of steps in a stairwell. With that definition in mind, just one of my photos can be called stairs. I then discovered a “stoop” is a set of steps terminating at a landing in front of a door. So, most the pictured steps here are really stoops: front-, side- and back-door varieties. Who knew, there was so much to know about steps?
I really like this old photo of my uncle and aunt sitting on my grandmother’s stoop with my sister Susan in 1950. Such cute kids! I’ve colorized it to help it really pop.
Here’s a collection of images of the front door stoop of the house I grew up in on Bolton Avenue in Indianapolis. In 1969, my sister Susan had an old VW Bug (a 1961 I think) that she had painted a bold yellow at the Earl Sheib. Rather than park on the street, she backed up the driveway and parked on the porch. Our cat really liked sitting on top of the car, he could stare in the front window at us!
Here’s a photo of our cat, Tippy, sitting on the backdoor stoop. He was a mischievous cat, in and out of scrapes. The other photo here is my two cats, Emily and Charlotte, when they were kittens. I adopted them after I graduated from college and this photo was when they were learning to climb the stairs. They were sisters and were with me for 23 and 22 years, respectively, living in 3 states: IN, AZ and FL.
I hope you enjoyed this sampling of family photos featuring steps, stoops and stairs. One last item I’ll share is a memory my mother has involving steps, a stairway in this case.
When my mother was just 5 years old she received a new doll for Christmas. She was so proud of the doll she wanted to show it to everyone. She asked her grandmother if she could go upstairs to show the doll to the couple who boarded with them. After showing the boarders her new doll, my mother tripped on the stair and dropped the doll. The doll’s head, which was porcelain, was damaged, but only the back of the head. My mother recalls the boarder being very sympathetic and suggested leaving the dolls bonnet on and no one would know the head was broken. This photo is my mother at age 5 with her grandmother and the boarder in front of their home in South Bend, IN. The photo is undated, but given the snow on the ground it may have been taken about the same time as this memory.
- Webpage, Steps vs. Stairs; https://www.hunker.com/13411146/what-is-the-difference-between-steps-stairs
- Webpage, Steps vs. Stoops; https://www.oldhouseonline.com/repairs-and-how-to/stoops-steps/
Born Takeo Furukawa on 15 March 1883 in Tottori-Ken, Tokyo, Japan, little is documented of his early childhood. Family oral history stories say that the young Takeo experienced hunger, poverty and the loss of his family. Additionally, the stories tell of friendship, spiritual learning and scholarship.
My great grandfather, David Louis Osborne, lived at over 20 addresses around Indianapolis between 1876 and 1942. I thought it would be interesting to see all the old buildings and homes where he lived in my hometown of Indianapolis.
My great grandfather, David Louis Osborne (1848-1942), was a widower with two young sons in 1886 when he married Jennie Warbington (1857-1918) in Minneapolis on the 27th of May. I decided it was time to put sources to the story.
While working on a family photo project I decided it would be fun to compare side-by-side my father and his parents, at similar ages, to try and discover a family resemblance.
Jesse King was born in Ohio (probably in the vicinity of Chillicothe) in 1805, he was a son of Philip King and Mary Leah Wright, both of Pennsylvania. Philip King was a farmer, he married Leah Wright in 1801 in Somerset, PA, they had six children, of whom Jesse was the third.
A handwritten letter from Sarah Tucker Lafary to the then president of the United States, Grover Cleveland. It was her last appeal for a War of 1812 pension, sadly the pension was denied. The letter gives a glimpse of a woman who had no formal education, a poor farmers wife, then widow, mother of nine, she probably just wanted some independence through an income of her own.
52 Ancestors, in 52 Weeks – Week 2: Challenge
So much about genealogy research is a challenge, perhaps the most common challenge is the ‘brick wall,’ meet Sarah Smith. 18?? – 1846
52 Ancestors, in 52 Weeks – Week 3: Unusual Name
The surnames in my tree are typical of common western European names. However, the name that is unusual among these names is MY surname: LaFara.
52 Ancestors, in 52 Weeks – Week 6: Surprise!
Just when you think you know everything about an ancestor, surprise! I thought I knew most everything about my paternal great grandfather David L. Osborne, 1848-1942.
52 Ancestors, in 52 Weeks – Week 8: Family Photo
For all of us who are procrastinating about labeling photos I have one thing to say, “Be considerate of the genealogist of the future!” My maternal grandmother was very good about labeling old family photos, and there is one in particular I found very informative.
52 Ancestors, in 52 Weeks – Week 10: Bachelor Uncle
My uncles are the marrying kind, sometimes more than once!
I had to go back four generations for a bachelor uncle, my great-great-great uncle Conrad Rumple, 1833-1911.
Conrad was an older brother to my great-great grandfather on my matrilineal line, William Rumple, 1839-1912.
52 Ancestors, in 52 Weeks – Week 11: Large Family
My great-great grandparents, George Lafary and Catherine Landon, had a relatively small family, three of their six children survived to adulthood. However, they both came from large families of nine siblings and nearly all survived to marry and have children.
52 Ancestors, in 52 Weeks – Week 13: In The Paper
It’s fun to find articles in the paper mentioning one of my relatives. Mostly they are birth, marriage, divorce and death events. But, it’s the oddball articles in the papers I like the most.
52 Ancestors, in 52 Weeks – Week 14: Brick Wall
We all have a brick wall, that one ancestor who defies all research. I decided I would work at my brick walls by generation, I broke through the last of my 3rd great grandparent brick walls, now I am working on 4th great grandparents.
52 Ancestors, in 52 Weeks – Week 16: Out of Place
I realized I did not have a date of death for my great, great grandmother, Catherine Landon Lafary. A fresh search uncovered the date and much more. Out of place, but once discovered, everything fell into place.
I have many favorite photos among my collection of family artifacts. Currently, my favorite photo is of two little children from 1916 who were a complete mystery to me until last spring.