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My father's parents, Delbert "Bud" Saunders and Irma Saunders
on a shooting trip to the Livermore hills.
Grandpa spent his teen years in Tracy, California,
so he probably knew these hills very well.
on a shooting trip to the Livermore hills.
Grandpa spent his teen years in Tracy, California,
so he probably knew these hills very well.
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My grandfather, Bud, with what I'm assuming is a .22 rifle.
Grandpa wasn't one to kill animals. But he was a top-notch tin-can hunter.
The photos are from a photo album of my Grandmother's,
from the time when they were dating.
It is her handwriting on the bottom of the photos
placing them in Livermore, on July 4, 1934.
Grandpa wasn't one to kill animals. But he was a top-notch tin-can hunter.
The photos are from a photo album of my Grandmother's,
from the time when they were dating.
It is her handwriting on the bottom of the photos
placing them in Livermore, on July 4, 1934.
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Grandpa, with his rifle and his dog, Tiny, perched on his shoulder.
These photos were taken two years before my grandparents got married.
No doubt he took her on an Independence Day outing,
and tried to impress her with his hunting ability.
These photos were taken two years before my grandparents got married.
No doubt he took her on an Independence Day outing,
and tried to impress her with his hunting ability.
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Grandpa and his dog, Tiny.
And that there would be my gun-totin' Grandma,
with tiny in hand, of course.
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with tiny in hand, of course.
