Photo Sharing Theme of the Week: Hope

Question

This week's photo sharing theme: Hope.

To participate, simply:

1. Choose a family photo that fits this week's theme.
2. Add it to this week's free-space gallery.
3. Reply with an answer below to let us know which photo you're sharing. If you want to include the photo but don't know how, click here.

The photo you share might be featured on the WikiTree home page and in our social media channels as next week's Family History Photo of the Week.

If you use a social network (Facebook, Instagram, etc.) you might want to share your photo there as well. This can be a great way to involve more family members. Many people love seeing old family photos. Be sure to add #52weeksofphotos and #wikitree to your post.

Also see: Profile Accuracy Theme of the Week: Tragedy.

Answer 1

This is a 1946 photo of my grandaunt Phoebe "Hope" Long. She was a wonderful lady, as she was very much into animal rescue long before it was common. She certainly gave Hope and a home to many unwanted animals. She always kept two veterinarians busy with neutering and spaying, and she only kept animals that she absolutely could not find homes for.

Comments

Thank you, Alexis, for another lovely photo and wonderful story. Wondering, was she called Hope before she started rescuing animals or as a result of the hope she gave to so many animals? Either way, she was a caring woman.

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Her middle name was Hope, but she went by Phoebe. Robin, I took my children to stay with her two weeks each summer. I had two other grandaunts only a block away. Both of my children have been involved in animal rescue, and my daughter especially. Actually my daughter has turned into her great grandaunt Phoebe Hope. I only have three rescues cats, but my daughter has eight cats, three dogs and a large feral cat colony that she feeds and shelters; all the feral cats have been trapped and neutered.

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On Election night, 2016, I heard a noise outside and found these two cowering behind my trash cans. Their mother lay dead in the road. I named them Donald Trump and Hillary Kitten. I found homes for both of them and I receive a picture of them each year on their anniversary.

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Bryan they are precious. Thank you for rescuing them.

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Alexis your grand aunt look beautiful what a magnificent outfit she is so adorable

Thank you for sharing this wonderful photo

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Thank you Susan for your sweet comment. I think she and your mother would have been great friends— with their love for animals.

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I am absolutely shore about that she really was beautiful Alexis

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Phoebe's care of animals reminded me of several stories......one of which, similar to Bryan's......we knew a feral cat probably had kittens in the woodpile, beside the barn......one day 2 orange kittens, barely able to crawl, came crying towards us on the concrete apron......we quickly adapted a small doll's bottle and saved them, although, upon growing up, the shy one would run and hide under the bed if anybody approached her.

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Thank you John for your wonderful comment. You are always so kind; I figured you and Kathy were animal lovers.

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How cute the kittens are but what a cat tastrophy that their mother died on the road. Growing up we had cats and kittens but, sadly, they all perished on the road.

Answer 2

I have chose a photograph of my husband's 1st cousin 2x removed (Margaret) Hope Timpson taken about 1908 in Kettering, Northamptonshire, England. I hope Teddy is listening!

Comments

Gillian thank you for sharing such an adorable photo of little Margaret Hope. She is so precious with her Teddy Bear. We were both fortunate to have family members with Hope for name.

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This is a wonderful photo, Gillian. Thank you for sharing it. I love the name Hope and I love everything about this photo -- the teddy bear, Hope's hair, clothing, stockings, and especially her scolding finger.

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Deep in the hundred acre wood, You will find in the enchanted neighbourhood, a donkey, and Kanga and little Roo, there's Rabbit and Piglet and Owl, but most of all there's Winnie the Pooh, the tubby little cubby all stuffed with fluff; willy nilly silly old bear.

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Absolutely adorable, Gillian. What did Teddy do that was so naughty, one wonders. Is it my imagination or does he have an impish grin?

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Thank you Alexis, Hope is the sister to Hester whose photo I used for the spectacles theme, my husband remembers them well, they were a big part of his mother's life after her father died when she was only four.

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Thank you Robin, you are right, there is so much to see in these old photos, I am only just beginning to appreciate that.

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Brilliant! I laughed out loud, that you so much Bryan.

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Gillian what a wonderful photo I love the teddy they both look gorgeous

Thank you for sharing this wonderful photo

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Gillian......Teddy!......Hold steady while I fit you with two pairs of shoes......

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Good idea, you know what they say about cobblers' children!

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No, I didn't 'til I looked it up......now I remember, ''the cobblers' children have no shoes''.......Hope to the rescue!  

Answer 3

Rather than uploading a new photo, as I usually do, I figured I'd use this one, of my great-great-grandparents, Eva Schryver & LeRoy Jones with their firstborn, my great-grandma Dorothy. LeRoy & Eva were married when they were quite young (Eva was 19 & LeRoy was 17), & by all accounts I've heard, they were deeply in love with each other. I think of all the hopes they must have had for the future, raising their children in Lake Geneva, WI. Unfortunately, it was not to be; Dorothy's sister Lucille was born in 1922, & the pregnancy exacerbated the lupus that Eva had had, resulting in her death five days later.

LeRoy eventually remarried, some years later, having managed to move on to some degree, but it certainly wasn't how the young couple had hoped the future would hold for them. I do believe, however, that it was, in part, the loss of her mother at such a young age that inspired my great-grandma's interest in genealogy, an interest I inherited after her death.

Comments

What a sad but touching story Thomas. Thanks for sharing!

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I guess we should be thankful for the medical advances of just the past few years. Looking through my pictures for this week's challenge, I found four family members who died at birth, one who died from Rubella, one of typhoid, five of tuberculosis, and one of an auto accident. The youngest was 2 days old and the oldest was 31.

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My family is happy to benefit from medical advances. Living family members have genetic-based diseases from which we suspect my great grandfather died and from which my cousin suffered. We can empathize with them due to our own suffering.

Answer 4

This photo is of George Kerrigan and his wife Korilla, my husband's maternal grand-parents which was taken shortly before events in his life that turned into three hopes.

At the time of George and Korilla's marriage in 1921, he was in the U.S. Navy.  On 8 Sept 1923, he was sailing on a ship within a convoy off the California coast.  His first hope was to get home before the birth of his first child. His second hope was that that child would be a boy. Then an unexpected hope came to him when his ship hit a submerged rock and rolled onto its side throwing George overboard. He now hoped to survive this tragedy (called the Honda Point Disaster which involved the grounding of nine U.S.Naval vessels). Only one of his hopes came to fruition -- he survived the shipwreck. The other two hopes? He did not get home before his child was born on 10 Sep 1923, and the child was not a boy. But all was right in the end, since he lived to tell the story. Oh, by the way, he ended up with three daughters... and no sons!

Comments

Thank you Robin for such a wonderful story of hope. George and Korilla are certainly a handsome couple. From the photos, I think George looks very much like your husband.

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Very interesting story, Robin. I bet George was completely satisfied with 1 out of 3 of his hopes fulfilled. I know I would be.

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Thank you Alexis. George and Korilla had been married 56 years when he died. He had a very full life. Though I never met him, I am glad he survived or I would never have known my husband.

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Bryan, I agree. Of his three hopes, I'm sure that the one that was fulfilled was the one he hoped for the most.

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Thank you sweet Robin for sharing this beautiful photo

The both look adorable

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Robin......The 'Honda Point Disaster' reminded me of something and when I looked it up, it was an article I had researched several years ago......rescue, from the incident, was quite a story in itself......George's experience and survival add a personal touch.

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Thanks, John. I had never heard of the incident, and you're correct, knowing George's family made it that much more interesting.

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Robin and John, Your stories remind me of another sea story. My friend's ancestor sailed from NY to San Francisco before the era of the Panama Canal. Near Antarctica he was hurled overboard by a giant wave. Another wave deposited him back on deck. When he arrived in San Francisco he became a minister.

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Apart from the disaster, this photo is exceptionally clear, it has good composition and it presents good examples of the clothing styles during that time period.

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Great story, Marion! I can understand why he became a minister.

Answer 5

Here's to the hope represented by a guy's new (to him) car. 1938, my Uncle Andy got his Model T. He kept this labeled picture along with a copy of the registration and bill of sale in one of his photo albums.

Comments

I love that picture... I am drooling all over my computer keyboard. Do you know what model year the T model is? I'm guessing 1917-18.

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I have a copy of the registration and the title. It's a 1924 Model T.

Wish he had saved the bill of sale - surprised he didn't given that that whole family saved everything. Dad had check stubs dating back forever....

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Amazing photo with the magnificent car

Thank you for sharing

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My great grandfather had one from what my mother told me but so far no one in our family has come up with a picture of it, that is nice photo to have

Answer 6

Here is a car picture from my collection. From the look of the cars, it is from the 1920's. I have no idea who the lady is. I have asked family, and I have posted this picture in a local genealogy chat room and no one knows anything about it. I HOPE to solve this mystery one day.

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Bryan, maybe the car didn't belong to the lady.  It was just parked on the street.  I mean she's not posing in front of the car.  Across the street might be a garage.  What does the sign say?  Okay, I'm watching too many detective shows.  But I like the picture.  It has many elements of interest.

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Pat, the sign says "Hurley Motor Company." and the small one below it "Fiske Tires." There are lots of other clues: the mountain, the type of trees and the pruning, the street has curbs, the cinder blocks of the building have relief, not flat. I can't make out the sign just above the car, or the license plate.

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Beautiful Photo what a wonderful old car thank you for sharing

Answer 7

Hope is the thing with feathers.

Comments

Looks like a chickadee...dee..dee....or sometimes Swee..tee. I like this photo, Joyce and birds.

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Amazing.

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Wow Joyce what a sweet photo. Thank you for sharing

Cute little bird

Answer 8

My father's dangerous handstand in 1938 along a pile of rocks beside Georgian Bay, Ontario. Knowing him as I did his thought would be: I HOPE I DON'T FALL. 

Comments

I hope he didn't fall. That would be painful.

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Wow Pat your dad was really a superstar

He is a very brave dad

Thank you for sharing this wonderful photo

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Thank you, Susan, for your comment.  I have several photos of my father doing handstands but about this one he just winced and shook his head.  He was a dare devil when he was young.

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Yes, Bryan, there was pain but strangely and luckily not from him falling on one of his many handstands.  It came when a football team fell on him because he was unwisely carrying the ball and they broke his nose in their efforts to get said ball.  Broken nose, terrible pain, said Dad.

Answer 9

Got milk !  Hope you sent cookies!

Comments

You're right, It looks like the classic "Got Milk?" commercials of the 90's (?). He should collect royalties.

Answer 10

This is a photo I found in my parents photo collection , I do not know who they are , it says Wanda and her mother on the back , so it was either taken in Ohio where my father was brought up, or in Tennessee where my mother was from , it was probably taken in the 40's or 50's but not sure I just thought they were hopeful someone would appreciate and was ready for a good meal 

Comments

Looks like turkey and ham at Thanksgiving.

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I like this photo, Janine.  The ladies were sent out in the snow with their freshly cooked protein.

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Thank you, I know it looks like it is chilly outside so to stand out outside in the chilly air waiting for people to eat was hopeful, I believe it was probably someone my father was connected to but not sure as the photo was one of those small photos, he had a bunch of them, like miniature photos, which most of them looked like they were made before he met my mother

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Ut-oh! 1) small photos, 2) and a bunch of them, 3) made before he met your mother. Sounds like you've come across the "old girlfriends" stash.

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Some of them maybe but I feel like this one is some people his family knew , my dad was born in 1928 my mother 1935 , I do have some photos of him, from 1946.  when he was in Japan during the reconstruction, he was in the Army , there a couple with some girls in them but also have photos of my mom with some of her classmates

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I apologize, Janine. I certainly did not mean to insinuate anything sinister by my thoughtless comment. Sometimes, my fingers type faster than my brain can think, and a comment I think is amusing can be taken to be hurtful.

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No worries, I did not take it that way, one has to realize parents and other people in one's life did have a past, relationships with other people, so it is all good

Answer 11

Several hundred young men in the Oct 1944 graduating class of the Navy V-12 program represent so many aspects of hope.  Certainly, they hoped to return as they entered a conflict that had already taken the lives of so many.   Likely they hoped to put their intensive training to work as junior officers.  A nation hoped that these youth would lead their generation through the perils and to victory.  And not doubt so many parents, like My grandmother Margaret Lacey, hoped for the safe return of their oldest boy, Ensign Gerard C. Lacey,  first row, third from the right, my Dad.   

Comments

"SeveraI hundred young men" were probably needed in 1944.I was commissioned by the Air Force in 1990 during the personnel draw down. There were only twelve in my Officer Training School graduating class. The total number of Air Force Officers commissioned that year was under 5000.

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We have an Army picture like that with a lot of soldiers all lined up. "One of them is Kelly, but we don't know which one." How did you know which one is Gerald?

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If he hadn't been in the front row, we might not have been able to identify him, but it's a pretty clear shot of his face and zooming in on the digital version of the photo helps, too.  Plus we have other close ups of him in his cracker jacks so it's easier to compare the two photos.

Answer 12

This photo was taken in 1959 in our living room in Leezen; I can still remember the yellow-gray wallpaper in the background.

The photo shows my mother, Hannelore Gisela Lewerenz, nee Beumer (Grabow) with me on her knee and my maternal grandmother, Herta Martha Auguste Beumer, nee Grabow with my brother Axel in her arms.

When I look at my fingers of my right hand like this, I think about something. I'm pretty sure it was the hope of getting a big ice cream if I sit still for the photo.

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Dieter.....The photo certainly reminds me of my first experience of trying to get my two little girls, of a similar age, to look towards the camera......had to take what I could get.  

Answer 13

I hope I'm right. This photo was found in an envelope from a photo shop, with instructions written by my dad 'crop to focus on man with the beard'. I believe he is Patrick Shaughnessy my maternal  2 x grt grandfather. Why do I think this? He looks very much like my grandfather, his grandson John, he also looks like his great grandson my uncle Peter. His other 2 x great grandchildren agree. 

He isn't an ancestor of my dad, wrong place, they were business owners not labourers and I have photos of them, there is no resemblance. 

I know he was a labourer at a colliery. This colliery opened in the 1890s and closed in 1932. It was close enough to home for him to be able to get there by bus. Most of the other collieries were much further away. An alternative idea is that he was unloading the train wagon somewhere else, perhaps at a coal depot. 

Comments

Colliery... Well, I learned a new word today.

Answer 14

This is a tough one ... no one named Hope in the family ... at least not that I know of yet.

However, it seems hope can be considered an anticipation or expectation of a positive outcome ... and that is what my Great-Great-Grandpa, Anthony "Andy" Omelia (1847-1925), must have been experiencing.

He had high hopes of catching a fish or two for supper ... this photo was taken about 1920.

Comments

Wonderful photo, Bill. He's all dressed up to impress the female fish.

Answer 15

Hope.....it is!    My paternal grandfather, Henry William Thompson (1865-1953) circa 1912,  recently retired from the Burma Police, homesteading on the east side of Okanagan Lake, British Columbia......'hoping' this drier and mild climate will make a good home for his children Bill, Jack and Norah, ages 12, 7 and 3......according to Bill, my father, this was one of the best times of his life.  Also, hoping for the best for my wife , at this moment under going planned day surgery,  and for those on the west side of the lake where the wildfires have now reached.                

Comments

Kathy is home and doing well.   Although some more homes have been taken, here's hoping that the recent spell of rain and cooling helps the fire fighters.

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Thank you, John, for the update on Kathleen and the fires. I'm especially glad to hear that Kathleen is okay.  We have been having smoky skies from the fires, but fortunately the fires are far from us in coastal northern California.

Answer 16

https://www.wikitree.com/photo/jpg/Noland-456

Comments

Liz.....Thankyou for honoring Noland, passing in the year my father was born.....Noland's story is an interesting one.

Answer 17

My grandfather's Uncle Tom Dawson was a farmer out standing in his field. Here he is hoping that his crop of tomatoes would grow.

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Marion......Reminds me of of planting tomatoes in the desert like soil of Kamloops and hoping they'd grow.....just add water and couldn't eat them all.....his stance would look suitable overlooking the monster beets that pushed out of that ground.

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The photo I posted above was the wrong one. The plants shown below are the actual tomatoes. Gives a whole new meaning to the word "hope." 

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Now I see tomatoes.....another reminder of the pot of cherry tomatoes on the sundeck that strived to be not outdone! 

Answer 18

This is my mother, Florence McClain, drifting down the Santiam River in rural Linn County, Oregon, 23 April 1933. My father, Lloyd Wright, took the photo.

They drifted down to the confluence of the North and South Santiam Rivers, where Dad steered the boat to shore and they climbed up a 100 foot/30 meter bluff overlooking the rivers. There, Dad, a closet romantic, explained that he hoped their lives could flow together like the two rivers below them. Mom, a practical and plain-spoken woman, replied, "OK by me." I'm sure Dad was hoping for a more romantic response, but it was still a "yes."

Mom, for her part, had been hoping for several years already that they would get married.

The wedding was less than three months later, 9 July 1933.

(By the way, yes, this is how women generally dressed at that time for a hike or a boat ride or a picnic or any similar outdoor activity. Men generally wore a shirt and tie and often a jacket. I don't know how they did it.)

Comments

Thank you, Lloyd, for the photo and the story. I think it was very romantic.

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Thanks Lloyd, the photo is lovely and the story is wonderful!

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Lloyd, I enjoyed both your photo and the story.  So true about clothing.  I have a photo of my grandmother going snowshoeing in a skirt.

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Sorry to be so late responding, and I hope you'll forgive me for a joint response to all three of you. Thank you, Robin, Maria and Pat for your thoughtful comments!

Answer 19

This is a photo taken July 4th, 1946, of my mother and many of her family (mother, brothers, sister, cousins) in Elmore, Minnesota.  Four of the men are veterans of the war.  To me this photo epitomizes the hope of a new life following the horrors of the war.

Comments

Rhonda.......I, too, came to feel 'the new life experience', as I was born in 'the year after the war'.

Answer 20

I have a lot of these "Competition Photos". Imprisoned soldiers dressing up as footballers or boxers and signing the images like they were trading cards. Maybe they hoped to be professionals when they were released or maybe they simply hoped that they'd be released.

I picked Harry Dean's photo because he was the shortest soldier in the camp and I wonder how good a boxer he was. A picture of him I have next to the biggest soldier is addressed to his wife in Manchester. This one wasn't.

Comments

David......Your photos are giving an inside look at life as a prisoner of war.

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Thank you John, I hope you find the images as interesting as I do. It's jaw-dropping to see how much the soldiers got up to despite having only their army clothes, German rags and whatever their families could ship via the Red Cross. I have a book called 'Barbed Wire' that talks of all the adversities the POWs faced. Yet, in my box, I have very professional looking pamphlets for Christmas Carols, Plays and Sporting events. And these are the things I like to show when I put up these pictures.

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They bring back memories of, in my younger days, reading The Great Escape.