A little humor this week for the continuation of the, “From Here to There,” theme for Sepia Saturday. Pictured here is John Rachocki, my grandfather, standing behind a fake painted airplane. The back of the photo is labelled, “France, 17 Feb 1945,” so this was taken while he was serving as part of the Army Air Force or what would later become a separate Air Force branch, taking a position as a heavy truck driver under the 1411th AAF BU ATC according to his discharge paper. He and my grandmother were married in January of 1943 which was under two years after he enlisted but almost two years before he went overseas from Nov 1944 to Dec 1945. He sent home photos as well as what I’m told are some pretty sappy love letters! Even though he couldn’t quite get anywhere in that plane, it makes for a pretty neat photo that I think we can stretch to fit into the theme!
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Sepia Saturday 291: Television, Shops, Furniture
I’m tuned in to another episode of Sepia Saturday this week, featuring televisions! You’d be shocked to know this is the only photo I could find with a television in it from my grandparents’ collections, this one coming from that of my grandma Norma (Innocenti) Rachocki who is sitting on the couch on the left with a small dog. In the center, I think, is Nellie Gasparri and I’d be willing to bet that’s John Rachocki’s knee on the right. No kids, so I have to date this to the early half of the 1950s. Television out that way in central PA, at best, is still only about three channels. Most areas don’t run cable for cable TV, so you have to rely on an antenna (Still, I know, it’s crazy). The house is decorated up for what looks like Christmas, and the house has a myriad of clashing prints between the wallpaper and carpet. The TV doesn’t appear to be on, or perhaps the camera wasn’t able to capture the image on the screen in the photo, but Norma does appear to be looking at the television (or just not looking directly at the camera. It’s very unlike the other photos we have, to have such a casual sort of photo in a living room type area – most folks didn’t use film this way and saved photos for special events and occasions, so it’s really rather precious. I suppose I find a way for every family photo to be special because they all are to me anyway!
Short and sweet this week as we take it to the Sepia Saturday commercial break.
Sepia Saturday 282: Chess, Games, Musicians
This week’s Sepia Saturday prompt image brought us Mischa Elman, a famous violinist, playing chess which opened up a variety of theme ideas from chess to games and musicians. Sadly, I have no family photos of chess being played, but we have plenty of musicians! On the left in the photo above is my grandfather, John Rachocki (1914-1984). It’s a rare chance that I get to showcase a photo from my maternal side of the family since we have so few, so I jumped at the opportunity to include this one. Grandpa John, the son of Polish immigrants, stood nearly 6 feet tall, and everyone who’s spoken about him (he died when I was just four years old), has said he was a gentle giant with a quiet demeanor. He served in World War II, worked in the coal mines, and even worked for a while as a nurse and security guard at a local mental hospital in Pennsylvania. A living family member spoke about him recently and said that he played the mandolin brilliantly, but with such large hands, it was a wonder how he managed to play such a delicate instrument so well. I’m not sure who the other two men are, but the hats are certainly interesting for central Pennsylvania. As far as a date, I’d probably say around 1945 or so. It’s really a treasured photo, one of I think only two we have of Grandpa John with his mandolin, and I’m happy to have had the chance to show it off for Sepia Saturday.
Sepia Saturday 266: Valentine’s Day
The theme for this week’s Sepia Saturday was Valentine’s Day since the holiday just happens to fall on a Sepia Saturday. I am not a huge fan of the holiday and never have been, so I’m going off the rails on the theme and am just focusing on a sweet love story. IMHO, if you love someone, you shouldn’t need a special holiday to go out for a nice dinner or buy a gift. My husband won’t be home for Valentine’s Day, but I know he cares for me through the little things, and it’s much nicer to be surprised by a bouquet of flowers brought home on a whim instead of prompted because of some special holiday. That said, I’d never turn away a Valentine’s Day sentiment, but it’s nice to be thought of throughout the year instead of on just one holiday.
Anyway, on to that photo! The date is what loosely ties me to the theme. My mother, at some point, had taken a bunch of photos and copied them along with the dates/information on the back. This one is dated February 17, 1945 and labelled as having been taken in France. In the photo is my grandfather, John Rachocki (1914-1984). He married my grandmother about two years prior to this photo being taken and had been in the Air Force for about two years when they were married. Grandpa passed away when I was only four years old so I don’t remember him very well. I’m told he was a gentle giant, standing just shy of 6 feet tall, and only spoke when he had something to say. That of course meant he wasn’t an open book when it came to his feelings, so when my mom asked if he loved grandma, he would reply, “Would I be here if I didn’t?” We found out later, after grandma passed away, that he had written many love letters to grandma while he was overseas and she kept them hidden away for so many years. He might not have expressed his feelings openly for the world to see, but it’s clear that he loved her in his own quiet way.
Sepia Saturday 253: Miners, Angling, Fishy Tales, Three Men
Well, no anglers, but we have miners in every section of the family tree for this week’s Sepia Saturday. The majority of my family lived in or around, at one point or another, central Pennsylvania, well known for its coal mining industry. There are SO many photos I can add in here, so I’ve picked out a few of the best, including a link and update to an old post. This is going to be a huge post, so bear with me.
Fairly recently, I was going back through the scans of great grandma’s photo album when a pretty faded photo caught my eye. I’ve done a little bit of photo magic to increase the contrast, but it’s a really fantastic photo. The boy on the mining cart is Earl Powis Jr, son of Earl William Powis. You can see rails in the background and even what looks like a donkey about dead center above the cart. It’s neat to see the other side of what appears to be a similar car to the one at the top of this post with all the controls and whatnot. This one probably dates to 1927-1930.
My grandfather, Leon Kitko (Olga’s son), ever the joker, wrote a few notes in his mining log book for the Ebensburg Coal Company. If you can’t read that, after the last printed line, it says, “and all the other ways in which you could kill yourself without even trying.” It was undoubtedly not the safest of work environments even if you followed all the safety precautions in the booklet. He grew up fascinated with coal mining and the machinery that went along with it, leaving behind a scrapbook full of photos of the machinery including photos of him as a child playing with replica toy coal shovels he built himself.
Finally, the Bituminous Miner’s Certificate for my other grandpa, John Rachocki dated 31 October 1939. This is just a great document because it shows his birth date and place as well as the position he held (Mine Foreman). Grandpa John died when I was four, so I don’t remember him that well, so having paperwork like this is really precious to show who he was and what he did throughout life.
And that’s it! Just a few pieces of history for the mining industry in Clearfield County, Pennsylvania.
Sepia Saturday 247: Motorbikes, pillions, uniforms, couriers, turban, tents (again), towels
I had only one lonely motorbike in my collection of family photos, but no person on it and no real story about it, so I decided to go with uniforms for this week’s Sepia Saturday. The uniform is that of my grandfather, John Rachocki. He served in the Air Force from 21 July 1941 through 13 Dec 1945 as a driver, acheiving the grade of Sergeant. Back then, the Air Force was still part of the Army and was the “Army Air Force.” He served for only 1 year and 18 days abroad, involved in the Rhineland campaign. I don’t know much about his service, but we have a few photos of him in uniform at various places during his service in the Air Force. I was only four when he passed away, so I have very few memories of him but am told he was a gentle giant (at 5’11”) who only spoke when he had something to say. Upon returning after service in the Air Force, he worked as a coal miner in Pennsylvania until he retired, living out his life in the house that he built.