Anyone who knows me knows I like trees. And mountains. Mountain forests. Costal forests too. Maybe just forests in general. As long as I can remember I’ve really enjoyed going to forests, which I’ve always found strange since I’ve grown up and still live in a place the opposite of a forest. A land of cement and asphalt: Los Angeles County.
My earliest memory of a forest was going to Yosemite with my Aunt Helen (Knickerbocker) Vesterby and her husband, Uncle John Vesterby (my Mom, Dad, and Cousin Jim too) when I was about four (maybe three?) years old (1967 or 1968). Here’s a few blurry pictures camping in Yosemite.
For whatever reason, the magic of camping under the trees in Yosemite has stayed with me all my life.
Uncle John Vesterby, me, Aunt Helen (Knickerbocker) Vesterby
Me, with a book ( another common sight)
Still having fun using the new phone app for scanning old pictures. Here’s a few of my favorites of my brother and me.
Above is my absolute favorite. I think this must be about Christmas 1968. Bill doesn’t look one yet. His expression just cracks me up everytime. I also think my Nehru Jacket is pretty hip.
The next picture I actually remember. Mom wanted to take a picture of me feeding my little brother. Sorry Bill, I didn’t really want anything to do with feeding you. So I complained, but Mom, being Mom, got her way ( sort of). For some reason I just refused to support your head, so that’s why it’s resting on the side of the chair.Again, this would be 1968.
In the early and mid 1970’s my parents owned a cabin on McGrath Pond in Maine. For two or three summers my mother, brother Bill and myself would fly out to Maine and spend about a month there in the summer. Dad would be able to come out for about a week or two depending on his work schedule. I have great memories of these summers with my Wainer ( and a few Knickerbocker) relatives at the cabin. Here’s a few pictures of the cabin and the family.
This is the part of the cabin that faced the lake. The large screened in porch had a huge table for dinner( lots of lobster eaten at that table):
This is the room where I generally slept while there, next to the huge stone fireplace. The curtain separated the bedroom from the living room.
Brother Bill and I trying to catch something. My buck teeth/huge overbite is really showing at this point. Not real sure what’s on Bill’s head. I think I learned how to catch whatever this was we were trying to catch from Elmer Fudd.
This is the beginning of the ‘beach’. From left to right: Uncle Stephen Wainer, Mom, Aunt Dot Wainer, Uncle Bob Knickerbocker,me, Dad, Bill.
This is Aunt Dot, My mom and Bill on Uncle Stephens boat fishing. ( I love this photo; three of my favorite people)
Uncle Bob Knickerbocker and Bill on our boat dock with Uncle Steve’s boat looking out over McGrath Pond.
I found a new app that scans old photos pretty well. It’s called PhotoScan and is made by Google. The photos I have are fairly yellowed and glued down in an album with unremovable plastic sheets across the tops of the pictures. I used this app to scan a few old Christmas pictures from the album and they came out pretty good so I thought I’d share them here.
My Mom and Dad ( Peter R. Wainer and Majorie A. Knickerbocker) in front of thier Christmas tree. They look pretty happy, must of been before my brother and I were born. 😉
Here’s one of my brother William (Bill) and myself, looks to be around 1969 at our house in Inglewood in the picture:
The 14th of July would have been Uncle Stephen’s 99th birthday. I’ve been thinking quite a lot about him (and Wainer’s in general) and wish I had more pictures to share. Here’s a picture of Uncle Steve and Aunt Dot ( Dorthy A. Crocker 22 Dec 1918 – 01 Sep 1989) . It looks like they are in front of the house on Island Ave in Maine, but I can’t be sure.
It’s a great picture of them both.
Also, if you’re interested, please donate to the Travis Mills Foundation in memory of Stephen N. Wainer. The foundation is a non-profit devoted to assisting wounded veterans.
Thinking about my mom today;she was born Dec 9th 1928 and died September 21th, 1988. Since my birthday is in December as well, we’d always celebrate out birthdays at the same time. Usually this involved going out to dinner at Lawrey’s Restaurant in Los Angeles; it was her favorite. (Mine too)
Lawrey’s has since moved down the street and in it’s old spot is a new restaurant called “The Stinking Rose”. It servers garlic infused meals and is my son’s favorite place to have his birthday dinner. Funny how things work like that sometimes.
Here’s a picture of my mom on her wedding day, Dec 9th 1960 (dad was no dummy, always easier to remember one date and not two) in Las Vegas, Nevada.
Here’s an old picture ( maybe late 1960’s early 1970’s?) at Uncle Bob and Aunt Loraine Knickerbocker’s house in Minnesota. I’m the kid in the plaid shorts on the left, Uncle Dude is sitting in the chair surrounded by kids. Are YOU in this picture? Which one are you?