Walter Walin: July 19, 1929 Chicago, Ill.

Dear Friends,
I hope you had a good weekend. Mine was good. I hung out with my new granddaughter on Saturday. She sleeps a lot. But she is a new born. Hopefully in a few weeks she be more aware of more things around her.
On Sunday the husband and I went hiking.. It was on the cool side around here but that was good. Not so many bugs. We had three kinds of protection against bugs. Lots of bug spray, bounce dryer sheets and a pouch of peppermint leaves. The next hike we take will be a better test to this kind of protection. I'll keep you posted.
Anyway, here is the next letter from Walter:

Since it is a typed letter I will not repeat it. So enjoy.
I wonder who Gen was and how long Grandpa was with her.
Did Olive look up Walter? I hope not. He is beginning to sound like a real hound dog.

Here are the pictures he included with the letter:

 I think Grandpa is hiding in the back but I'm not sure. Thomas might be the one on the left.

 If that is Grandpa he is hidden better and Thomas is gone.

 Not sure who this is.

 I know Grandpa is on the right. I wonder if the other one is Walter.

 No idea who this is.

 Again not sure who they are.

I'm not sure which town this is. It could be Ogema.

Here is a picture from the scrap book:

Despite the great odds
against it, the Pere Mar-
quette car ferry, as well as
sister ships and similar ves-
sels of other lake lines
have carried on during the
worst winter in the history
of the lake. Hundreds of
tons of water were taken
on board by the City of
Saginaw in an effort to
weight her down so that it
could plow its own way
through the ice mountains.
At the right is shown mem-
bers of the crew with pike
poles chipping ice away
from the sides of the ves-
sel so that a better view of
the ice as it packed against
the sides of the ship could
be obtained. While the
crew bent to its task the
passengers, comfortable in
their quarters, spent the
hours tramping the decks.

I wonder if this year was the worst in history or if it has happened again after that.
How would you like a job like that, chopping off the side of the ship by hand?

Here is a page from the joke book:

 Enjoy.

Well that's all I have to share with you today.
I hope the rest of your week will be a good one.
Don't forget to drop by again real soon for more Fading History.
Till then.
Your friend,
Sandy

Theresa Lambert: Aug. 6, 1920 Chicago

Dear Friends,
I hope your Easter was a good one. I know that spring if finally here.How you ask? The frogs are singing, very loudly. I wonder if I spied some in one of the many puddles if I would catch them have fun, if you know what I mean.
Any way here is the next letter from Theresa.

As always here is what it says:

Dear Howard;
      I have a few
moments left to write
you a letter. I have
not had time to turn
around. Katy is having
a birthday party Sat.
Oh daddy I guess I
am going to have a
good time. My mother
is still in Hayward. I
got home safely and
am having rather a

wild time, out every nite.
We went to the pier Sunday
and took some pictures, I will
send you some if you will be
real good. How did the
pictures we took that day?
Write & let me know how
they turned out. We got to
Hayward all right will the
battery but they are having
trouble with it now. I had
a swell time in Hayward
when I was there. I got home
Monday morning. Gosh but
it was a long ride I thought
I would never get in Chic.

Well this is all for
this time. Hoping you will
write soon

Theresa

Not a whole lot here. But it sure sounds like she was having a very fun summer that year.
Here are a few pictures that I think are of Theresa and her family.

At least I think it is of her family. If not it's still a look at a past that has faded almost away.

I decided to include a picture from the scrap book. Not a winter one but one I think people who can't get enough cat pictures will like.

 Cats are hard to photograph, but a Journal camera man
snapped Scram, which belongs to Mrs.Howard Watts, 5536 N.
Hollywood av. Whitefish Bay, trying to eat a candle on its birthday
cake.

Well that's about it for now.
So till next time.
Your friend,
Sandy

Katheryn Clary; April 15, 1920 Chicago

Dear Friends,
I hope this post finds you all well. I'm doing as well as can be expected.
Well here is the next letter from Katheryn.

As always, if it is hard for you to read, here is what is says:

Dear Howard:
I received your
letter this morning
and was glad very glad to
hear from you. I am
very sorry that I did
not write. I am home
from work sick &
don't feel extra fine.
Yes I received the neg-
atives and pictures
also, they turned out
very nice and thank
you very much for
them and your trouble.
Say you couldn't
develop a picture
that was taken by
the photographer

could you? I have
a negative here but
it is getting  a little
old but would
love to have it made
up. You see the
studio where it was
taken has gone out
of business. Will you
answer & let me know
right away and I'll
send it to you. How
is your mother and
the rest of the family?
Tell Elmer that my
name is not "dearest"
he must of been
thinking of some
of his other "Janes" eh?
Well I guess I'll
close now.
Your friend
K.S. Clary
ans.soon

Not to much here. I do think I might have found another picture that could be Katheryn.

I think it is her. I looked at some of the other pictures of her and Theresa and I think this is her.
This Elmer guy must have been on the prowl trying to find the right girl. I wonder if he did. I still don't know if he was a cousin of Grandpa's or just a friend. I showed you a picture of an Elmer Johnson who could be him, last post.
 I could have more picture that might have come from Katheryn. I'll have to study the ones that I think might have been hers before I post them.

But for now here are some random picture you might enjoy.

This is the first picture. I've included the writing on the back. I'm not sure who they were. But someday I hope to find out.

 This is the next one. The one on the end top row is Grandpa. I just wish I knew what year this was taken and who the other people were.

The best meeting place in the old days.

Just another portrait of an unknown baby. The studio was at 522 N. Clark St., Chicago. The name of the studio was C.H. Huszagh (I think).

Well that's all I have for now. Till next time. Take care and do come back often.
Your friend,
Sandy

Theresa Lambert, Oct 6, 1919 Chicago plus more Winter pictures

Dear Friends,
How are you doing in this winter to remember? Me? Bad case of cabin fever.
Any way here is the next letter from Theresa. It's a longer one then the last few, but it has lots of information.

In case it's hard to read here is what it says:

Dear Howard:

I am answering your letter wich 

I received several days ago. Just as usual,

Chicago is still as exciting as ever. It is pretty 

cold out here, how is the weather out there?

Will you please make or send me a few

of those pictures we had taken on the small

pile of hay that time. You know where 

Kathryn, my two sisters, my brother and 

myself are laying on a hay pile? Well

about three will be enough. I lost all of 

those that I had. I have been going to dances

every Thursday night and am having a swell

time but I wish I was in Hayward. The city

is all right but nothing like a small town

for me. How about it? Did I ever tell you about 

the man who tortured a little girl and then

buried her half alive in her own basement in

a coal pile. They looked for the girl four 

days and he knew it all the time. I don't

see how he could stand it. Well he is going 

to hang at sunrise to-morrow. I imagine it is

awful. Another murder was committed Sunday

morning in the loop. A man killed two men

with an iron bar. The police have not found

him yet but I guess they will. Because two 

or three men saw him before he killed the 

men. Nobody knows why he killed those

men or anything. Say listen can you

make those pictures of me any brighter? But

I suppose it is to much trouble. I am

working in this office and so is Kathryn. We

are doing office work. We have a lot of 

fun with one man. He is Irish and full of

develment. By the way we are going to 

have a halloween party in one girls basement &

we are going to decorate it all up. Write soon

and tell me about your Halloween party.

Well so long for this 

time.

T. Billy Lambert 

Here is the picture they both seam to like. Maybe it's because they are all smiling.

She had a lot of information in this one. I wonder if the person she mentioned killing the young girl is the same one she mentioned in the other letter about the race riots? If it is, that was swift punishment. A whole lot faster then they do now a days. 

Plus she has her first job working in an office. I wonder if this place is still in business? She sounds like she is really enjoying herself. I wonder how her Halloween party went? I also wonder what kind of party Grandpa went to that year?

Well with winter being so hard on so many I've found a couple of pictures that could almost have happened today.

The one on the left says:
Ranger Edward Jones is shown rescuing a deer stuck in the snow at Bear mountain park, New York.
The one on the right says;
The deer were so cold they welcomed companionship one day  recently when Dr. William J. Hanley formerly of Milwaukee and captain at a CCC camp at Gwinn. Mich., approached this pair.
 

 If this garage at 1947 N Thirty- fourth st. could just have held out a little longer some of the snow might have run off in the form of water. The roof gave up, or rather gave in at 2:50 p.m. Sunday. It belongs to Edward Wolke.

Snow on the roof of this garage at 1945 N. Twenty-eight st. owned by Walter Voelz, caused the roof to collapse. Three cars were inside.

I put these pictures put there because my husband said that he saw three sheds that have collapsed roofs from too much snow between our place and town. Now we don't live that far from town so that is a lot of damage in a short distance. 

Well that's all I have time for now so I will close.

Till next time.

Your Friend,

Sandy

Theresa Lambert: Chicago, Sept. 25, 1919 Plus other pictures

Dear Friends,
How are you? I'm starting to get a bad case of cabin fever. This winter is starting go on a little longer then most people around here can take. I'm tired of all the below zero temps everyday. Hopefully this next week it will be above zero and stay there.
Any way enough whining, here is the next letter from Theresa.

In case it's hard to read here is what it says.

Dear Friend,

I do not know wither I wrote to you since

I have been in Chic. or not. I have been 

having a fine time and wish you the same.

How is your sick cow. Our chickens are getting 

along nicely. I am not going to go tonight to school 

any more. I am going to start to work. As soon as

you have developed those pictures please

send them to me.

Well this is all I will write today.

Your Friend

Theresa

Well it looks like at that time Theresa was still worried about one of Grandpa's cows. I wonder what made her decide not to go to school anymore and to start work instead?

Here is another picture I think is of Theresa and her siblings.

I think I have at least two of this one picture.

Looking through the scrap book I found a picture that caught my eye and decided to share it with you.

This is what it says:

With an accompanying roar that aroused the neighborhood,

the steel walls of a 170-foot water tank at S. Seventieth st.

and W. Greenfield av. "buckled in" early Sunday as the tank was

being drained. The tank, of 100,000-gallon capacity, is owned by

the Allis Chalmers Co. Although it is stream heated, the recent

cold had frozen the water at the top, necessitating draining.

William Watson, general works manager, said that a vacuum

created by the emptying, caused the buckling. Workmen are

shown beginning repairs.

I thought that with people in some towns being told to keep their water running because of the cold this picture would prove it has happened in a different way before.

Here is also another of the unknown pictures I have. This one I think just might be from the 1890's, maybe, from Sweden.

Once again if anyone knows anyone from any of the pictures I post do not be afraid to let me know.

Well that's all for today.

Till next time.

Your Friend,

Sandy