Anne Elliott's photos with the keyword: old photo

I happened to have already scanned this image a few years ago and thought I'd use it today, to wish everyone who celebrates Christmas a very happy day. Me, many, many years ago (lol!), wearing homemade, flannel pyjamas and clutching one of my Teddy bears. Merry Christmas, everyone! Here, our temperature on Christmas morning is -19C (windchill -29C). Extreme cold warnings are in effect for Alberta. The forecast for "a few flurries" has changed, so sunshine should be here to stay all day. There is too much snow on the ground already, so we don't need any more.

The print from which I made this scan looked OK to me, but when I scanned it, I found that it really was poor quality. Decided to post this image anyway, as I don't have many photos of my Father in his later years, and it shows him doing what he loved to do - take photos and movie. At the time this photo was taken (summer of 1969), he was a proud Grandpa for the very first time, photographing his six-month-old baby Grandson : ) My Father died about seven years after this photo was taken, at the age of 69. We were in my parent's back garden in England, visiting while on leave for a few weeks from Borneo.

Decided to scan one of the thousands of old family photos last night. I'm not being very active at the moment, giving the 16 stitches across my back a chance to heal, so I have a little more time on my hands, which actually feels really nice. Also, it's -20C (windchill -28C) this morning, 28 February 2014. The forecast for tonight is -33C (windchill -41C)!! Tomorrow, Saturday, should start off at -32C (windchill -40C), but should soar to a balmy -25C in the afternoon - yeah, right! The next few days will continue cold, but by Tuesday, there should be a little improvement - and then the snow returns, ha. It did snow a little last night. Don't think I'll be going out anywhere for the next few days, which at least will allow my stitches to heal more before I have to stretch to remove the snow from my car. Anyway, this is a photo of my Mother, Vera Kathleen Bassindale, taken by my Father on one of their endless cycling outings. Both my parents were very keen cyclists and loved being in the outdoors. My Mother shared her love of wildflowers with me and my Dad always had his camera with him, to capture the beautiful scenery, his family - and his great love of steam engines as they chugged through the countryside. I believe he had a pretty much complete photographic record of every engine in the UK (certainly England) and many from Europe. Various enthusiasts now have most of his train and traction engine photos, thanks to my amazing friends in England, who spent so much time seeing to this after my Brother died. My son inherited our parents' love of cycling : ) I seem to have inherited both passions, for which I am truly grateful. My Mother died in December 1998 and my Father had died many years before that, in 1976. Sadly, our main communication for decades was by letter, as I got married at 22 (far too young!) and moved overseas, usually across the other side of the world. Missed out on family talks and sharing of my parents' lives. Very sad, but it happens to many people when family members move away.

I just had a sudden urge to scan one of my old family photos last night and chose this one, taken many decades ago by my Father, of my Mother and little me : ) I'm not sure, but it looks like I may have been sitting in the child's seat on the back of my Father's bike. I only remember seeing photos of me on my Father's bike, and I don't know if those old seats were movable to a different bike. So often at weekends, my parents and I would bike into the countryside around Birmingham, England, and my Mother would look for wildflowers, which she loved, and my Father would be taking photos - photography was a passion for him. I seem to have inherited both passions, for which I am truly grateful : ) My Mother died in December 1998 and my Father had died many years before that, in 1976. Sadly, our main communication for decades was by letter, as I got married at 22 (far too young!) and moved overseas, usually across the other side of the world. Missed out on family talks and sharing of my parents' lives. Very sad, but it happens to many people when family members move away. Oh, by the way, those curls were the curse of my life, ha, ha - just hated them!

This is a scan of a print from an old colour slide, taken in the desert outside Doha, Qatar (Middle East) in 1967. I have several of these old photos from Qatar that I need to scan and post as soon as possible. I don't know just where outside Doha this was taken, so I will mark it as Doha on my map - just in case anyone isn't quite sure where Doha is : ) We lived in Doha, Qatar, for just six months. This particular day was very special. One of the local Sheikhs, Sheikh Nasser, put on a "picnic" for employees and their families of one of the large oil companies. Various aspects of nomadic life were carefully arranged for us to see and enjoy, including a typical woven tent, a magnificent camel wearing its spectacular woven dressings, the slaughter of an animal hung from a wooden tripod and then prepared and cooked for us. This meal was eaten inside the tent, with everyone sitting in a circle on woven rugs - no knives or forks of course - and was followed by the preparation of coffee over a fire (and using the beautiful coffee pots that I love so much). Also a trained Saker Falcon (Falco cherrug) was on its perch. A day I've never forgotten, including a ride on one of their camels (what an experience!). A most enjoyable day and one that we all greatly appreciated.

Another photo that I need to add to my set of old photos taken in Doha, Qatar, 1966-67. catnaps.org/islamic/boats.html en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dhow

A scan from a print of an old colour slide that I took sometime in 1966/67, showing part of the Old Fort in Doha, Qatar (Middle East). Wish I had more (and better!) photos from our six months' stay in Doha, from the end of 1966 to the beginning of 1967. I don't have a lot of photos taken during that time, but thankfully have enough to bring back some memories. This city and the desert outside it, was where I learned to drive, in a little red Mini : ) I still have more photos taken in Doha that I need to post as soon as possible - time is running out for this project.

Another in a series of old photos taken in Doha, Qatar (Middle East) from 1966-1967. This is a scan of a print made from a colour slide that had been taken on 17 February 1967. Takes me a while to get rid of all the tiny white flecks that you tend to get when you look closely at a scan of an old print, lol - hard on the eyes, too, so I only edit one photo at a time, but it is worth the effort. I feel we were so lucky to live here for six months (and a few years later, 1972-1978, near Muscat, Oman, for six years) at a time when life was very simple and the true culture of the people was untouched. (Note - I don't know exactly where this old street was, so I have just located Doha in general on my map).

An old photo (scanned from a print from an old colour slide) posted just for fun, taken on 28 January 1967, on a helicopter ride from Doha, Qatar (Middle East) to the Seashell oil rig. This was just a day trip for worker's wives, to look around the rig and to thoroughly enjoy a wonderful lobster meal : ) The flight took 45-60 minutes and was so noisy, but it's not every day that you get the chance to ride in a helicopter! This photo was taken when we had landed on the small landing pad on the rig. Before we left Doha at 9:30 a.m., we had to be weighed, life jackets were tied around our waist and safety belts were fastened. On the outward journey, we flew over and round the Sidewinder oil rig and over the production station where gas burns in huge flames into the air. After a cup of coffee, we were shown around the rig, including watching men unloading small lengths of a core (sample of the rocks that existed below the seabed where the rig was located) from a pipe - filthy work! There were numerous steep, "open" steps all over the rig and everywhere was oily and slippery (hence the hardhat for each of us). When you looked down, you saw nothing but an expanse of blue sea a long way below, with many large, thin fish with long snouts. We also saw a couple of Rays flapping in the water, and a sea snake. About 1:00 p.m., we had dinner: vegetable soup, Lobster Thermadore, chicken, boiled potatoes, cauliflower, pineapple and cream, and coffee. It wasn't a special meal for us - it's just that the food on Seashell was very good! Three o'clock came and it was time for us to leave. The helicopter ride back to Doha took an hour because we flew round the small island of Halul where the oil was piped into tankers.

Another in a series of old photos taken in Doha, Qatar (Middle East) from 1966-1967. This is a scan of a print made from a colour slide that had been taken in December 1966. Takes me a while to get rid of all the tiny white flecks that you tend to get when you look closely at a scan of an old print, lol - hard on the eyes, too, so I only edit one photo at a time, but it is worth the effort. I feel we were so lucky to live here for six months (and a few years later, 1972-1978, near Muscat, Oman, for six years) at a time when life was very simple and the true culture of the people was untouched. (Note - I don't know exactly what part of the old seafront this was taken, so I have just located Doha in general on my map). Link to a YouTube video (6 mins. 22secs) about the New Museum, by the Qatar Museums Authority QMA: youtu.be/MOaw4lYLtOk ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Wish I could remember more clearly our six months' stay in Doha, Qatar (Middle East), from the end of 1966 to the beginning of 1967. I don't have a lot of photos taken during that time, but thankfully have enough to bring back some memories. This city and the desert outside it, was where I learned to drive (in a little red Mini) : )

An old photo taken by my Father many decades ago, that I scanned last night on the spur of the moment. You didn't really think I'd put a date on it, did you, lol?? Not sure, but I guess this might have been taken on a camping trip somewhere - apparently, I learned to walk round a tent pole, ha. My Mother made my dress - how she used to love "smocking" embroidery. Hmmm, will have to Google that word, as I'm not sure if I've got the right word.

Finally scanned another old photo last night - of my parents with one of their bikes. They loved cycling, before they had my Brother and me, and for years afterwards. I have very happy memories of going off for bike rides at the weekends, into the countryside around Birmingham, England. There, my Mother showed me all the wildflowers, that she loved so much, and my Father would be taking photos, which was his passion : ) They also belonged to the Solihull Cycling Club.

Sorry, if you happen to look at this image - really is very blurry and does unpleasant things to your eyes. I didn't realize that it was quite this bad, when I was scanning and editing it in the wee hours of this morning. I wanted to scan it to send to my oldest daughter, especially, as she is doing an online course on World War II. This image shows my Father (1907-1976) wearing his Home Guard uniform, in Birmingham, England.

I thought this was a wonderful old family photo to have - just wish I knew who each person was! My brother had written many names on the backs of old photos that were left to me last year, but unfortunately this one had nothing written on the back of the cardboard. I think that the lady - 6th from left, back row - is probably my paternal Great Grandmother, Charlotte Ann Gell, and the man - standing in the back row, 7th from left - is probably my paternal Great Grandfather, George Bassindale Gell. Individual photos of them are in my Old Family Photos set. I'm guessing that the young couple being married could be my paternal Grandparents, Albert Elijah Bassindale and Alice Gladwell Carden. Just daren't spend much time on this at the moment, as I have other more urgent things to see to : ( Thanks, Art! Will add the link here, ready for when I have more time. www.red1st.com/axholme/familygroup.php?familyID=F271749&a...

A colour tinted photo of my paternal Grandmother in her garden in England. My brother (who spent so many years doing the most amazing family history research, which I am now blessed with owning!) had written the address on the back of this old photo plus the date of c. 1937. I then had the bright idea to go to Google Maps, do a street view and, though I couldn't tell which of two or three houses it was, I knew I was looking at my Grandparents old home. It was a very strange feeling! To finish off, I did a Print Screen, showing the aerial view of the area plus a street level view. Fun to have. If I remember correctly, the only (or certainly the main) time I remember seeing my Grandparents was when we stayed with them (at a different address, in Bourne, Lincolnshire) for about six months when I was about 12 years old, while my Dad was away looking for a job. Address in the photo: 9 Baker's Lane, Streetly, Sutton Coldfield, England, c. 1937. Alice Gladwell Bassindale (born 1876). Between Between October 1900 and December 1900 in Middlesex, she married Albert Elijah Bassindale (Timber Merchant), my paternal Grandfather, at Grays Thurrock, Essex. Their children were Alice Mary Bassindale (known as Mollie, my Auntie Mollie 1904-1967), Tom Carden (my father 1907-1976), Vera Gladwell (1911-?), and Nora Margaret (1915-?). Information on Alice Gladwell Bassindale taken from 1891, 1901 and 1911 Census: 3 April 1881 49 Victoria Road, St. Giles, Northampton, Northamptonshire Census 5 April 1891 Walsall Road, Willenhall, Wolverhampton, Staffordshire Census 31 March 1901 8 Rock Terrace, All Saints with St. Peter, Stamford, Lincolnshire Census 2 April 1911 49 Queen Street, Stamford, Lincolnshire

Sorry to post two blurry photos in a row! I wonder if it's something I am doing wrong when I scan, or maybe old photos do tend to be blurry when scanned. Anyway, this is me when just a few months old, being held by my mother. Vera Kathleen Bassindale (nee Neal) Married to Tom Carden Bassindale Anne Kathrine Bassindale (m. Elliott)

This photo did not scan well, to put it mildly - will have to see if taking a photo of this old photo of my parents works better! This was one of many photos that were in an album that had been given to my father by the company from which he was retiring. One of the many albums that were shipped over to me two or three months ago. My father was Tom Carden Bassindale (1907-1976) and my mother was Vera Kathleen Bassindale (nee Neal).