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Beemer Family Photos
Here one will find family photos, many of them unusual, as you can see by the first one below. This is a fun
Page, at least it will be once I get more photos on it.
Above is Heather Maureen Frances Beemer, my sweet, oldest daughter. She is a speech therapist in Jemez Springs, New Mexico,
has a boyfriend 10 years younger than her (she's 33), bought a beautiful home in the mountains, recently bagged her first
deer and even won a popular karaoke contest.
Jacob Spielburg Beemer directed this shot, taken by Xenia, one
summer afternoon in 2002. That's Nicholas on the tractor, oblivious to the fact that his brother has fallen off the tractor
and is about to become roadkill.
Mom and boys Abel and Ethan. Abel is married and works as a wood-carver's
assistant in Chicago; his wife, Aimee, runs a gallery. Ethan is a Walmart optician, and has plans to marry. God bless them
all.
Above is Matriarch Mabel Hacker, 89, who is a quilter and who has been the subject of many of my folklore papers. She
lives alone and takes care of herself and two cats in a very nice modular home. She gets her religion on television, she is
my wife's mother and she has taught me a lot about chickens, cows, pigs, rabbits and other fowl. We bought and live
in the house she's pictured in above and are the fourth generation to do so.
Here, something is either upsetting her or she's lurching after a fly.
This is an old photo from probably 1932, when my Mother, Barbara Beemer, was born. That's Edna Mae (Wood) and
Jack Metz, mother's parents, posing on the blanket, somewhere out there in the great Indiana wilderness, or was
it California, from whence Jack came?
It could be California, because Mom was born in San Francisco. Mother is but a semblance of limbs struggling
under blankets next to Jack. Grandma Mae, as she was known to all of her daughter's eight children, divorced Jack
back in the days when it was scandalous, unlike today. He was a golf pro all his life, even working as the pro at Huntington's
Lafontaine Golf Course in the '30s.
She married and divorced another man after a short period, but his name is unknown, at least to me. There are no
photographs of him.
This photo is a favorite of mine simply because of the contrast of sun and dark clouds. I snapped
it when we lived in Roanoke and the boys were but lads. I really loved that piece of land, but the flooding was too much for
me. Sadly, we moved on.
My first set of drums, for which I paid $500 after my Dad dickered old-man Harvey Collins
down from a list price of $700 at Collins Music Store on Market St. Dad offered him the fiver, but he refused it, so Dad turned
around as if to leave. My heart sunk, but after no more than five or six steps, old-man Collins shouted out, "OK, you've
got a deal." The drums had been sitting in the display window for a long time, so he must have been glad to be rid of them.
I was glad no one else bought them because I worked and saved all summer to buy those drums. Whenever in the neighborhood,
I'd swing by just to make sure they were still in the window. Sure enough, they were always there. I wonder what ever
became of them after I sold them many years later to a cousin of mine, who in turn also sold them. So it goes.
Good old Nicholas Al, lovable and soft-spoken, except for the belching. A talented athlete and hard worker, he'll
do well simply because of his stick-to-it-tive-ness. I love you, son. -- Pop
Jacob at approximately 10 years of age. Jacob shows signs of becoming quite the scholar, or
perhaps a stand-up comedian. Pray for him, please.
Dad
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