Here's the oldest pics I have -- my cousin recently sent me these on Facebook -- it's good for something, y'know.

This is from 1974, right before we went to Iran -- our last family reunion for a while. I'm at far left, my sister is at far right, and cousins in between.



Picture of a picture, my sis and I, the rock wall in my bedroom tells me this was 1977, when I was eleven. We were back in America for six months so my dad could get trained on Hawk II upgrades; we returned to Iran in May of 1978.

Does your cousin's hat say "COON?"

That's actually an interesting picture. Both my parents emigrated to Hungary when Hitler came to Austria. They met each other there. The uncle of my father had a car repair shop there. A pretty large one as can be seen by the number of employees. My father obviously took the picture, since he's not in it. It's of some historical interest, since the white stripe on the fender says it has been taken during the war. These white stripes were there to make the cars more visible for fellow motorists, since the lights had to be dimmed at night because of air hazards. It also points out some economical hypocrisy, since this uncle had the general agency for the Ford motor company and Wehrmacht cars alike. One of the standard half trucks of the Wehrmacht actually was a Ford model. The other standard trucks were Opels, a General Motors brand.

But it kept my father out of the war, which was a good thing.

(September 27, 2015 at 2:18 pm)SteelCurtain Wrote: Does your cousin's hat say "COON?"

Yes. Poor thing, that was his nickname.

(September 27, 2015 at 2:33 pm)Parkers Tan Wrote: Yes.  Poor thing, that was his nickname.

My father always told me what his nickname was when attending high school. "Lulu, Kaka". Our family name is Lukacs, which is the Hungarian version of Lukas and quite common among Hungarians. But that nickname, if you want to call it that, played to urinating and defecating. I guess I got lucky to be called Luki by my classmates. Even now, at work, I'm still called that.

A 2 picture story. When I was still a kid in the early 70ies, my father used to drive this. And we were doing 200 kilometers on the highway.



When I was impressed and asked him about this, he showed me this picture and said, it was the first time, he was doing a 100 kilometers. The car belonged to some uncle I don't even know.

Your history is so much neater than mine. Here's my dad's first car

Shit, no tech skills.

(September 27, 2015 at 7:29 pm)mh.brewer Wrote: Shit, no tech skills.

Are you trying to figure out how to upload a picture..or...?

My hair is growing