My choice of treasures from childhood days are images, not because they depict people, which is important, but they tell a story.  A story of where one came from, and a bit of history of how life and the world was different nearly a century ago.

These images came from my late Mother's collection, and are special treasures to me because of some of her handwritten comments on the back.

About 1927, age 2, in front yard of our house in Rule, TX, nearest large town, Abilene.  Note dirt yard, muddy from rain this day, yet I am barefooted.  We had a car then, before  the great depression.  Later my father lost everything and we lived off the land on my grandmother's farm near Buffalo, TX.

 The first thing I notice here is that my parents had added a concrete sidewalk in front, apparently no money problems then.  Note on back says the girl is Inez.  I wonder what I am thinking, "why to girls like dolls, or where do babies come from?"  Dig the cap and great shorts.

Note on back says "Mudder, I broke my sanach (sandwich)".  Background is typical barren landscape of small west Texas town.  The wagon, maybe red, has thin metal wheels, must have been hard to pull in the dirt.

Probably in front of my Aunt's house in Palestine, TX.  A more conventional neighborhood with plants and landscape.  I know the note on the back was written over 45 years later, because it said, "my little colonel and me."

Treasures to be sure, and puts my mind into a time warp.