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| The Sessler Family ~ 1951 |
"And he shall turn the heart of the fathers to the children, and the heart of the children to their fathers..." Malachi 4:6
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Saturday, September 25, 2010
My Brother - Gorgeous Greg
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| 1956 - Greg - 6 yrs |
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| 1957 - Greg - 7 yrs |
I love these photos of my brother, Greg. In the first one he looks like he's such a little scrapper. He could be a character right out of the Little Rascals. I love how he is smiling big to show us his missing teeth. I hope the Tooth Fairy was good to him.
And in the second photo he is such a lady's man. It makes you want to reach up and gently brush his hair back as you drown into his gorgeous blue eyes.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Grandmother's Album of Baby Pictures
I would like to recreate Grandmother's family photo album. So this is a request to my Aunts, Uncles and Cousins: Please send me your baby photos - the ones that were in Grandmother's album. I promise to scan your photos and then promptly return your originals to you in perfect condition.
Thank you,
Connie
Connie
Friday, September 17, 2010
Sisters ~ Barbara and Gertrude Helfrich
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| After |
Awesome hats!! Check out Girtie's hat pin!! These are clothes my granddaughters would love to play dress-up in! Heck! These are clothes that I'd love to play dress-up in!!
I believe this photo was taken when the family lived in Syracuse and before Barbara married in 1914. (In 1914 Barbara was 21 and Gertrude was 17.)
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Sisters ~ Anna and Frances Helfrich
Monday, September 13, 2010
My Grandmother ~ 87 years
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Forward Reunion - 1964
Before and After
This photo was taken 31 May 1964 at the Forward Reunion in the VFW Hall, Hugoton, Kansas.
l-r: Jean Coulter(42), JoAnn Sessler(34), Mildred Moser(43), Wayne Forward(36), Dula Hughes(39), Charles Forward(38), Maxine Phillips(43) - (ages as of 31 May 1964)
l-r: Jean Coulter(42), JoAnn Sessler(34), Mildred Moser(43), Wayne Forward(36), Dula Hughes(39), Charles Forward(38), Maxine Phillips(43) - (ages as of 31 May 1964)
(As you can see, colored photographs are harder to edit. I'm not sure if I improved it much but I tried.)
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Sisters, Frances and Anna Helfrich ~ abt 1918
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| After |
Much of the detail in this photo (before) was almost faded away. This is what happens to old photos when light and air gets to them - not to mention that this photo is almost 100 years old!! But it is an awesome photo and I'm so thankful that we have the technology to scan and restore the details before they completely disappear!!
This photograph of Frances (Helfrich) Watkins and Anna (Helfrich) Forward (my grandmother) was taken about 1918 in Syracuse, Kansas. I wish I knew the story behind this photo. They look very somber/serious and Frances has a hankie in her hand. It feels like a sad picture.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Helfrich Siblings - abt 1930
Monday, August 30, 2010
Charles Lee Forward - Abt 1945/1946
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Kansas Cousins
My Sweet Parents
JoAnn Forward and Bobby Sessler have been Sweethearts since 8th grade (1942/1943). Here they are as High School Seniors (1946/1947). They married June 1, 1948 and celebrated their 62nd anniversary this year (2010). They are still just as in love as they were in these photos. No - scratch that - they are MORE in love than they were in these photos.
Uncle Mike ~ Home from the Navy
I'm not sure which photo came first but they were both taken in the winter time - notice snow in the first and heavy coats in the second. Uncle Mike was either leaving for the Navy or home on leave. Greg doesn't look much older in either photo. I'm guess-timating that he was around 2 years old so these photos would have been taken in/around 1952/53
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| Dave, Mike, Greg, Grandma Sessler, Betty, Bobby |
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| Dad (Bob), Greg, Uncle Mike, Uncle Dave Sessler |
Sessler Family ~ June 1964
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| June 1964 ~ Amarillo Texas |
Grandpa and Grandma Sessler, Uncle Harry, Aunt Betty and cousin Carol Faye drove down from Hugoton, Kansas to see Uncle Dave, Aunt Ann, Debbie, Susie and baby David who were visiting us from Phoenix, AZ.
(l-r) Betty Sessler Tackett, Harry Sessler, Beulah Sessler holding Carol Faye Tackett, Dave Sessler, Warren Sessler holding baby David, Debbie Sessler, Susie Sessler (in front), JoAnn Forward Sessler, and me - Connie Sessler Miles
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| (l-r): Grandma Beulah Sessler, Susie Sessler (2), Grandpa Warren Sessler holding David Sessler (1), Debbie Sessler (4) |
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Forward Kids - Horseback
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
My Favorite Photos of Grandma & Grandpa Forward
Forward Kids - A Photo Restoration
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. . . and after restoration. Pictured: Charles, Wayne and Dale Newman (cousin) on the horse (what was the name of the horse?) JoAnn, Mildred, Maxine, Jean and Dula |
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Glenn Forward - Army Induction
Monday, August 16, 2010
The Wedding of Anna Helfrich and Glenn Forward
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| Glenn Forward (23) and Ann Helfrich(19.5) on their Wedding Day~16 June 1918 |
Anna Helena Helfrich on her Wedding Day
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Sunday, August 15, 2010
The Forward Kids - 1938
Saturday, August 14, 2010
A Blast From The Past - 1959
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Hugoton High School Football 1943-1947
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Hugoton High School Football 1946-1947 (l-r): 13-Alvin Beavers, 23-Marvin Bradfield, 26-Herbert Jennings, 30-Bob Sessler, 20-Vernie Betsworth |
Thursday, November 26, 2009
THE OLD PHONE ON THE WALL

When I was a young boy, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it. Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the correct time.
My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer. The pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver and held it to my ear.
"Information, please" I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.
A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear. "Information."
I hurt my finger." I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.
"Isn't your mother home?" came the question.
"Nobody's home but me," I blubbered.
"Are you bleeding?" the voice asked.
"No," i replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."
"Can you open the icebox?" she asked.
I said I could.
"Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice.
After that, I called "Information Please" for everything. I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.
Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called "Information Please," and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?" She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, "Wayne, always remember that there are other worlds to sing in."
Somehow I felt better.
Another day I was on the telephone, "Information Please."
"Information," said in the now familiar voice.
"How do I spell fix?" I asked.
All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much. "Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.
A few year later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about a half-hour or so between planes. i spend 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, "Information Please."
Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well. "information."
I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?"
There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now."
I laughed, "So, it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?"
"I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your call meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls."
I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.
"Please do," she said. "Just ask for Sally."
Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered, "Information."
I asked for Sally.
"Are you a friend?" she said.
"Yes, a very old friend," I answered.
"I'm sorry to have to tell you this," she said. "Sally had been working part time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago."
Before I could hang up, she said, "Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne?"
"Yes." I answered.
"Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you."
The note said, "Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean."
I thanked her and hung up.
I knew what Sally meant.
~author unknown~
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Before You Were MOM
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Before you were my mother, you were JoAnn Forward, youngest daughter of Glenn and Ann Forward and little sister of Maxine, Mildred, Jean, Dula, Charles and Wayne. You lived on a farm outside of Hugoton Kansas until you were 17 years old, at which time you moved to town with your parents. You attended Hugoton High School where you were an "A" student, a twirler with the marching band, and a cheerleader. Your boyfriend was (and still is) Bobby Sessler. You graduated with the Class of '47.
These photos were taken when you were 2, 14, 15 & 17 years of age.
~This layout was created for Mom on her 80th birthday - August 22, 2009. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!! WE LOVE YOU!!
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Pretty Pony
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1956 ~ A man knocked on our door and asked if he could take our photograph. He had all the right props - cowboy chaps, scarf, hat and the most beautiful pony ever. I can still remember the smell and feel of the leather saddle and how excited I was to be a cowgirl - if only for a few minutes. This has always been one of my most favorite photos.
Greg Sessler-age 6, Connie Sessler-age 3
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