The way I like to remember Mom and Dad.
Ah, young love! Mom and Dad in the early years.
Mom at some point in the 1960's, in a truly "artsy" photo, like something out of "film noire."
A more flattering and natural photo of Mom, 1975 (the year I went off to college).
This one makes me weepy. Mom and me in 1972, with Fluff (the dog).
Is it a 1966 or 1967 Mustang? Lord how I wish I'd known back then to ask Dad to put in mothballs for me instead of trading it in.
French bohemianism or suburban American cool? Dad, his brother Jim, and cousins J.B. and Holly in the '66 (or '67) Mustang.
Speaking of cousins, this is a classic photo of Jim, Holly and Scott (and they would know better than I when it was taken.
Another work of photographic art taken by Dad: Grandma and Grandpa Hemsworth (Gladys and Carl), taken in 1966.
This is a nice, casual photo of me with Grandma and Grandpa taken in 1965 at the Clippinger house in Indian Hill (Cincinnati).
And here we are in Waterloo, Iowa (where Grandma's father, P. J. Martin, had been mayor, and where Dad was born), in 1964: Gladys and Carl Hemsworth with their eldest son, Martin, and his wife Ann and son John.
Truly an American Family Classic, taken during a family Christmas in 1957, the year I was born. It's art!!
Yeah, that's me. I've always titled this, "I'm talkin' here!"
Genetics is a fascinating subject. Notice any similarity? On the left is James E. Hemsworth during WWII, and on the right is his son, James B. Hemsworth, in 1971.
Me and Grandpa Carl fishing somewhere in Massachusetts (before 1962),... and I haven't been fishing since (it's just not my thing).