Below is a photo of Willshire High School’s Junior class, taken during the 1941-42 school year. My dad, Herb Miller, was a member of that class and you can see that he labeled this class photo.
Today I am taking a break from Nimrod Headington’s journal that details his journey to the California gold mines via sailing around South America. I will resume his journal in a week or two. Instead, I am returning to the time of the turn of the century oil boom. While going through some old photos …
To the average person these two items may simply look like a pair of old rusty hair scissors and clippers, but to the Miller children living on Sipe Road in the 1930s they were considered instruments of torture.
Last week my Aunt Ruth celebrated her 100th birthday and we traveled to Pennsylvania to surprise her on her big day.
I always enjoyed going to auctions and sales, although I don’t go to many anymore because I really don’t need more stuff. But I find it interesting see what was sold at my great-grandfather’s estate sale 100 years ago.
Back then people weren’t interested in antiques as collectibles. What we call antiques today are often the items they used every day.