Today marks the 87th wedding anniversary of Max and Anna Schellhardt.  To celebrate, I'd thought we'd play a game!  Find five things that are different in these two wedding portraits!
There's something really different.  Do you see it?  
No word on who was the better best man.  
In my town tomorrow, we’re celebrating Lakefest.  It offically marks the opening of paddle-boating season.  When I first moved here, my mom and I made it an annual tradition for a couple of years – we went to Lakefest, one of us (uh, not me) would cry because the other one of us refused to rent a paddle-boat, and then we would have a picnic lunch.  Granted, this was a Schellhardt/Henderson picnic so we’re not talking lunch-meat sandwiches here – it was more like a fried chicken and mashed potatoes kinda picnic.

Since it’s Lakefest weekend, I figured the photo that I featured today should have something to do with a lake or a picnic.  Apparently, we weren't much of a lake-going family back in the day but it looks like Schellhardts enjoyed their fair share of picnics!
Who remembers summer days at Green Lane Park?  
There is such a ridiculous amount of stuff to love about this photo!
Anna Wissmann as a baby ca. 1908
Today is a very important day!  It kicks off my birthday week!  It’s a jammed pack celebatory week in honor of ME!  Six more days until my birthday! 

Oh yeah, there are a few other birthdays this week too.  I guess we should celebrate those too.

All kidding aside, today is an important day as it marks the 105th birthday of Anna Wissmann Schellhardt (Nanny).  She was born February 24, 1908 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania – her parents' first American-born child and only daughter.  She joined olders brothers Afred and Alphonse who were born before the family emigrated from Germany in 1905.  

But rather than me writing about Anna, I’m going to let her tell her own story. 

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A HUGE thank you to Terry Knuttel for sharing this with us to add to our family archives.  In 1977, Terry had to do a family history project for school and Nanny, 69 years old at the time, wrote this card to her.  I think it is a vitally important addition to our archives.  If anyone else received communications such as this from Nanny or other relatives, please, please consider sharing it here! 

Happy Birthday Nanny!

[front of card] Tell Mother I will write her a long letter.

Dear Terry Mom + Dad.

Terry this is a very hard thing for me to write about.  You see Nanny was in an orphan asylum until I wa[s] eight years old and I really don’t remember much about those days.  I know when Grandmom took me out I went to live with a cousins and their mother.  I do have some very nice thoughts about that.  It was in Delanco N.J. and we had a canoe and they taught me how to swim + row a canoe.  Then my Mom bought a little house and we came home to live.  I went to St. Peters school and I was very proud of going.  We lived in that house until we all got married.  I can’t recall much of my childhood.  I went to work when I was 16 yrs. and enjoyed that.  Over

So I guess the next best thing or happy thing was when I met your Granddaddy and got married.  When your mother was born and when she was 6 wks. old we went to Germany.  We only stayed a year their and was glad to come home.  We bought a little house and was never so happy.  Until Pop got the business.  So that was 25 years of my life and then Pop died and I moved to Oreland.  We had lots of nice times together.  Love Nanny
Anna Wissmann with her sister-in-law Catherine
Every Friday, I'm going to feature a photograph that I love or just think is really cool!  Please participate and share your favorite family photo so the rest of us can enjoy it too!

The subject of today's featured photo is Anna Schellhardt.  The photos actually come from Aunt Betty Schellhardt's album and I saw it for the first time just recently.  Now, let's talk about Nanny.   Stories about Nanny run the gamut.  Depending on whom, Nanny was a tough old lady who was mean and cranky or she was a generous woman who gave the shirt off of her back to anyone who needed it.  Unfortunately, the "mean" stories outnumber the "nice" stories.  I always imagined an iron-fisted matriarch who kept her brood in line and didn't have time for the warm fuzzy stuff.  Granted, there was good reason - she went through a lot in life.  Her father died when she a baby, she lived in an orphanage for a time, she lost her husband when she was in her 40s, she outlived a son, and on and on. 

When I was little, Nanny was a feeble woman living in a nursing home.  The Nanny I knew was slight and hunched over in her chair.    She wasn't the spirited, domineering woman that I would come to know through the stories told about her.

But before Nanny was Nanny, before she was a mother and a wife, she was just a girl.  A girl who had a pretty smile for the camera.  I can almost here her laughing.