Tuesday, November 11, 2025

Reposting "Raillard and Zagon Jan 45" (with Prisma filter)



Edited in Prisma app with Aqua

Several years ago for Veteran's Day 2020, I posted this old snapshot taken during WWII, a picture of my Dad and his army buddy Ray Raillard. Today I added the "Aqua" filter in my Prisma app. But what I wrote about it a few years ago still holds true:

On Veteran's Day, I often look through old photos for pictures of my dad during World War II. I usually look in my mother's old album. (My father was born in Brooklyn, but was stationed in Pueblo during WWII, and met and married my mother in the short time he was there, before heading overseas. While he was gone, my mother filled a photo album with photos from life at home in Pueblo as well as photos that he sent back from overseas). More recently, I have had an additional place to look: a collection of my father's old photos, sent to me a few years ago by my cousin Rori. That is where I found this photo today. This snapshot shows my dad with another soldier, standing in front of an apparently damaged building. On the back of the photo, my father wrote: "Raillard & Zagon Jan 45". From my Aunt Edy I have heard that Ray Raillard was a good friend of my father's when they were in the army. In the past I have not been able to to track down Ray Raillard or his family, but I will tag him here and see what happens. Looking though the other photos this morning, I saw another snapshot marked on the back with the logo of photo finishing company in Texas, which I believe is where Ray Raillard is from. That handwriting is different from my father's, very square and distinctive printing, and that handwriting also appears on a third photo that says "Leaving Cherbourg" date July 24, 1944. Is it possible that this photo was also taken in Cherbourg? I wish I knew more about my dad's time in the army. But what I do know, what brings me to tears right now, is that I am grateful my father had a good friend when he was in the army. My father was a gentle, peaceful man who went overseas to do his bit against the Nazis, and he left his brand new wife to do it. He didn't say much about his experience when I was a kid, but I know he was afraid during the war because years later, when he was facing cancer surgery, he told me so. And so now when I am feeling afraid in these uncertain times, I remember that my father did his part to stand up to tyranny even though he was afraid. And I will try to live up to his example.



Sunday, November 02, 2025

Mom in Pueblo (Rescued Snapshot)



This is a snapshot of my mother standing in front of our house in Pueblo. I have posted a digitally colorized version of it some years ago, but I don't think I ever posted the original snapshot. 
Although I don't know the date the photo was taken,  the hairstyle and the clothing make me think this was taken around the mid-1940s, around the time she married my dad. I don't know who took this photo, but likely suspects include my Grandma Katz - I remember her taking pictures -  my Aunt Edy, or even my father (though that is less likely.) Back in 2009, I cleaned up the original snapshot, and then used Painter to add color.  But I always liked the texture and composition of this original snapshot, so I am posting that today in memory of my mom, who was born on November 2nd.