{"id":10906,"date":"2016-08-06T06:32:47","date_gmt":"2016-08-06T11:32:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/yogisden.us\/?p=10906"},"modified":"2016-08-05T22:53:59","modified_gmt":"2016-08-06T03:53:59","slug":"stranded-in-winnemucca","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/yogisden.us\/?p=10906","title":{"rendered":"Stranded in Winnemucca"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"width: 510px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a title=\"PICT1098\" href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/28381904@N06\/28510404580\/in\/dateposted\/\" data-flickr-embed=\"true\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/c5.staticflickr.com\/9\/8035\/28510404580_4cb5ae0d3c.jpg\" alt=\"PICT1098\" width=\"500\" height=\"333\" \/><\/a><p class=\"wp-caption-text\">I&#8217;m guessing that this is the <a class=\"zem_slink\" title=\"Golden Gate Bridge\" href=\"http:\/\/maps.google.com\/maps?ll=37.8063,-122.4746&amp;spn=1.0,1.0&amp;q=37.8063,-122.4746 (Golden%20Gate%20Bridge)&amp;t=h\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"geolocation\">Golden Gate Bridge<\/a>.<\/p><\/div>\n<p><script src=\"\/\/embedr.flickr.com\/assets\/client-code.js\" async=\"\" charset=\"utf-8\"><\/script><\/p>\n<p>Way, way back in the middle of the 1960&#8217;s when our family was living in <a class=\"zem_slink\" title=\"Price, Utah\" href=\"http:\/\/maps.google.com\/maps?ll=39.6,-110.806666667&amp;spn=0.1,0.1&amp;q=39.6,-110.806666667 (Price%2C%20Utah)&amp;t=h\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"geolocation\">Price, Utah<\/a> the parents took us kids and drove over to <a class=\"zem_slink\" title=\"Winnemucca, Nevada\" href=\"http:\/\/maps.google.com\/maps?ll=40.9683333333,-117.726666667&amp;spn=0.1,0.1&amp;q=40.9683333333,-117.726666667 (Winnemucca%2C%20Nevada)&amp;t=h\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"geolocation\">Winnemucca, Nevada<\/a> and deposited us kids in the care of our Aunt Mary. The parents continued on to San Francisco to attend the wedding of my Uncle Glenn and Aunt Pat. Winnemucca was quite a place. Out in the middle of the desert but we were kids and we had a good time. I mean, we lived in a desert.<\/p>\n<div style=\"width: 510px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a title=\"PICT1097\" href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/28381904@N06\/28794858425\/in\/dateposted\/\" data-flickr-embed=\"true\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/c2.staticflickr.com\/9\/8294\/28794858425_8174a24bd2.jpg\" alt=\"PICT1097\" width=\"500\" height=\"333\" \/><\/a><p class=\"wp-caption-text\">The images are kind of washed out but left to right this is my grandmother, my aunt Delores, and my Mother. I love the scarves and the handbags, and how my grandmother has her sweater buttoned at her neck.<\/p><\/div>\n<p><script src=\"\/\/embedr.flickr.com\/assets\/client-code.js\" async=\"\" charset=\"utf-8\"><\/script><\/p>\n<p>So when they came to pick up up it sounded like quite a party went on. Mom and Dad went to a topless place for lunch and Mom was telling about how the ladies had tassels and they could make them tassels go round and round and a few of the more skilled ladies could make their tassels go in opposite directions.<\/p>\n<div style=\"width: 510px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a title=\"PICT1102\" href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/28381904@N06\/28763104056\/in\/dateposted\/\" data-flickr-embed=\"true\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/c1.staticflickr.com\/8\/7736\/28763104056_370f2c158f.jpg\" alt=\"PICT1102\" width=\"500\" height=\"333\" \/><\/a><p class=\"wp-caption-text\">Knowing Dad, he was probably interested in that Navy warship approaching the bridge.<\/p><\/div>\n<p><script src=\"\/\/embedr.flickr.com\/assets\/client-code.js\" async=\"\" charset=\"utf-8\"><\/script><\/p>\n<p>So anyways ole Dad had a camera. A very nice one at that he has given to me. And back then you know film was expensive, and processing was expensive. So taking a photo was a very calculated thing. You were making an investment at the same time as you were taking a photo.<\/p>\n<div style=\"width: 510px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a title=\"PICT1107\" href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/28381904@N06\/28794949035\/in\/dateposted\/\" data-flickr-embed=\"true\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/c4.staticflickr.com\/9\/8878\/28794949035_c32386ff68.jpg\" alt=\"PICT1107\" width=\"500\" height=\"333\" \/><\/a><p class=\"wp-caption-text\">I struck it rich with this. My folks told me that they drove the old family Buick LeSabre through the tree with the hole and that they took a picture!! Well I never saw the picture until now. My mother is driving the car and my dad my the photo. So thank you for sharing this photo with me.<\/p><\/div>\n<p><script src=\"\/\/embedr.flickr.com\/assets\/client-code.js\" async=\"\" charset=\"utf-8\"><\/script><\/p>\n<p>So anyway these photos you are looking at have never seen the light of day until now. My sister Ellen saved a ton of dad&#8217;s slides for me when she was getting the house ready. I love scanning old slides. I love analog photos, warts and all.<\/p>\n<p><script src=\"\/\/embedr.flickr.com\/assets\/client-code.js\" async=\"\" charset=\"utf-8\"><\/script><\/p>\n<p><a title=\"PICT1095\" href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/28381904@N06\/28179833653\/in\/dateposted\/\" data-flickr-embed=\"true\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/c6.staticflickr.com\/9\/8580\/28179833653_e14061229c.jpg\" alt=\"PICT1095\" width=\"500\" height=\"333\" \/><\/a><script src=\"\/\/embedr.flickr.com\/assets\/client-code.js\" async=\"\" charset=\"utf-8\"><\/script><\/p>\n<p>Old dad was a Forest Ranger (or maybe it is like the Marines) and he loved taking pictures of forests and trees.<\/p>\n<p>I love looking at old photographs. It is like buried treasure for me.<\/p>\n<p>And by the way, my uncle Glenn and aunt Pat are still married and doing fine.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Way, way back in the middle of the 1960&#8217;s when our family was living in Price, Utah the parents took us kids and drove over to Winnemucca, Nevada and deposited us kids in the care of our Aunt Mary. The parents continued on to San Francisco to attend the wedding of my Uncle Glenn and [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[1280,1268,1269,1768,918,1222,1767],"class_list":["post-10906","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-family","tag-analog","tag-dad","tag-family","tag-mid-60s","tag-mom","tag-scans","tag-slides"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/yogisden.us\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10906","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/yogisden.us\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/yogisden.us\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yogisden.us\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yogisden.us\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10906"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/yogisden.us\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10906\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10908,"href":"https:\/\/yogisden.us\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10906\/revisions\/10908"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/yogisden.us\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10906"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yogisden.us\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10906"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yogisden.us\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10906"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}