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Summer of Remembrances, Celebrations

Tuesday, August 10th, 2010

Nostalgic Moment © 2010 by Kevin Moloney

Dorothy Henscheid, my mother-in-law, will be 97 come November 14.  She has extreme difficulty hearing and seeing — conditions typical of a nonagenarian. But her spirit is remarkable, worth making pictures of her expressions.

July 24-25 she was the principal guest at the Henscheid-Rausch family reunion at Rupert, Idaho, and her grandson Kevin Moloney was thrilled with the wide grin she gave him during their conversation.

This moment characterized her enthusiasm for the reunion.  Before it got underway, Kevin sensitively photographed her in her kitchen (“Nostalgic Moment”) with her thoughts about the 65 years in her home, with her family which is now spread throughout America, and being without her husband, Carl, who died in 1972 at age 64.

Dorothy’s spirit and enthusiasm highlighted the two days of activities.

Both Kevin and I kept our cameras trained on her to capture the special moments and deep seated expressions she displayed.  The pictures are keepsakes, not just “mugshots,” as photojournalists might describe some of their portraits.  Every picture has its story, and Dorothy enabled us to tell them, especially “Joyous Laugh.”

Joyous Laugh © 2010 by Paul F. Moloney

Weather and working situations will keep her birthday celebration minimal with her three Rupert sons (Jim, John and Paul) and her Twin Falls son (Tom) and their families the ones attending a party.

She has 14 kids.  All attended the 2-day July reunion.  She has 50 grandchildren, 78 great grand children, and one great, great granddaughter, Marlee Monroe Paloma Mervin (born June 4 to Kendra Payne and Merv Mervin), who is Annette’s and my first great grandchild.

Marlee Monroe Paloma Mervin, 10 Days Old © 2010 by Paul F. Moloney

Annette and I celebrated our Golden Wedding anniversary June 18-19, and I smiled from ear-to-ear, so did Annette and family, during repetition of our wedding vows at Mass at Holy Trinity Catholic Church, Westminster, Colo.

Ear-to-Ear Smile © 2010 by Kevin Moloney

Pictured from left:  Rev. John Hilton of Holy Trinity, son Lex Moloney, Paul Moloney, Annette Moloney and daughter Regina Payne.

It has been a wonderful year for Annette, our family and me — the reunion, Marlee’s birth and our golden anniversary.  A 5-generation portrait is to be made over the Labor Day weekend at Dorothy Henscheid’s — Dorothy, Annette, Regina, Kendra and Marlee.

50 Years of Wonderful Moments

Thursday, June 3rd, 2010

June 18, 1960 © 1960 by Ken Hikida

Come June 18, Annette and I will celebrate our Golden Wedding anniversary, and it is befitting to write how our invitation portraits came about:

Paul and Annette were married on the 47th anniversary of his parents’ (Alexis and Casilda Moloney) wedding, June 18, 1913, at San Luis, Colo. At that time a popular and novel portrait was the pose of the bride standing and groom sitting, both with “serious” expressions, after all weddings were very, very important moments.

Though no such portrait was made of Casilda and Alexis, I saw several in photo books of that time period, so I suggested the pose to my photography mentor Ken Hikida. He took an “instant” Polaroid™, the predecessor to digital photography.

My Greeley, Colo., Tribune editor Floyd E. Merrill was fascinated with the picture and ran it on the front page of the sports section while putting a more traditional portrait in the society section. I was sports editor in 1960.

In reflecting upon the picture during our 50 years of marriage, I’ve come to a variety of conclusions on its meaning and significance. The fact it provokes curiosity and thought encouraged me to ask our photojournalist son Kevin to duplicate the pose in 2010.

Kevin made the golden anniversary portrait with his 1958 Rolleiflex 2 1/4 x 2 1/4 medium format camera.  What wonderful memories.

June 18, 2010 © 2010 by Kevin Moloney

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My apologies for the blog’s hiatus. My computer died in its sleep, and I’m undergoing a frustrating and slowly developing learning curve. Hopefully I’m now back on my schedule of blogs.

Brothers Carson

Monday, March 22nd, 2010

 

"Kit Carson III in Moment of Recollection" © 1965 by Paul F. Moloney

 

The portrait of Kit Carson III, the legendary frontiersman’s grandson, was done in 1965 at an Alamosa, Colo., corral.  Because we had calm, collected rapport, it was my very first keepsake (formal) portrait. He was wonderfully patient with me.

He wore his grandfather Kit’s buckskin coat and his own prized western hat. He was 82 at the time. I asked him to tell me about his grandfather, and he entered a moment or two of deep thought when I triggered my 35 mm camera, thus I learned much about the importance of emotion and spontaneity in photographing people.  

After the session, Kit and I returned to his home, and his wife Eloisa took me aside and said, “I hope you didn’t show his wrinkles?” Kit quickly interrupted, “That’s why he took my picture’.” 

That was exactly why I wanted to make his the portrait.

Five years later, I had the opportunity to photograph Kit III and his cowpuncher brother, Billy, and we went to the Alamosa corral.  I asked Kit to join us.  While surveying their surroundings,  I noticed their hands were really grooved.

I asked them to give each other a brotherly hand shake. Kit is at the left and Billy at the right. 

"Firm, Loving Carson Hand Shake" © 1970 by Paul F. Moloney

 

The brothers passed away before I got another photo opportunity, and I’m appreciative I made their portraits in 1965 and 1970.  Billy died in 1972 at age 81, while Kit III died at 91 in 1974.  Kit operated a furniture store in Alamosa for many years.

On leaving the church after Kit’s funeral our son, Lex, 3, held my hand, looked to the sky and asked, “Is Granddad Kit in Heaven?”

KIt III’s daughter, Elaine, was married 55 years to my brother, Emmett.  He died in 2005. 

Saturday, March 20, I got out two warm tone papers, Ilford Warmtone FB and Adox Variotone FB.  

I made the prints of Kit and Billy on both with my preference being the Ilford paper which reminded me of the Agfa Portriga Rapid paper I used in the 1960s and 1970s when I first printed the pictures. The Agfa paper is no longer available.

The new prints brought back wonderful memories and reminds me that every picture I make has its story.

                                                   — From “Friends and Celebrities”

May Christmas Be Merry & 2010 Bountiful

Wednesday, December 23rd, 2009

 

"Mom's Christmas Gift 1959 © 1959 by Paul F. Moloney

 

This is the season that I get out the Moloney Family Album and treasure a spontaneous portrait I made of my mother, Casilda S. Moloney, when she opened her gift, “Lives of the Saints,” by Rev. Hugo Hoever, 1955, from her seven children on Christmas eve 1959.  

Christmas was a time for devotion and love for her family and friends. The thrill she vividly expressed in receiving the book was simply wonderful for us all.  

She read it cover-to-cover then during the rest of her life she often reread the various saints’ biographies. She died in 1964 at age 74.

I was in my early formative years of photography and my craftsmanship was elementary. I used a flash attached to the camera and got a black shadow to her left.  

A couple years ago, 2007, I went to my electronic “darkroom” — the computer — and cloned out the shadow. This technically altered the picture, of course. I now describe this as a “photo illustration” so readers will understand that it is altered.

I felt I retained the integrity of Mom’s expression which was the important element and the technical alteration enhanced her excitement. I am exercising my artistic license. And may this portrait convey my heartfelt holiday wishes.

Prairie Life Tough

Saturday, October 24th, 2009

 

"Keota Church & Water Tower -- 1976"   © 1976 by Paul F. Moloney

"Keota Church & Water Tower, 1976" © 1976 by Paul F. Moloney

 

"Keota Church & Water Tower -- 2009"   © 2009 by Paul F. Moloney

"Keota Church & Water Tower, 2009" © 2009 by Paul F. Moloney

 

The Pawnee Grasslands of northeastern Colorado with its ranches, wheat crops and clouds is special for me, especially in the late afternoon.  Bret Jenkins, a Greeley photographer, and I spent an afternoon recently photographing at Keota, now virtually a ghost town.

 

Bret had never been there, and one of the last times I photographed the town’s landscape and artifacts was in September 1976.  That’s 33 years ago, and when I returned home I compared those vintage pictures with those I took on this Sept. 30 outing.

 

A lot of wonderful history is visually vanishing, and I’ve promised myself to oblige longtime Keota resident Betty Bivens “to take only pictures.”

 

Ironically “Keota” is an Indian name meaning, “the fire has gone out,” so let’s enable the town to be remembered through our documentary and art works.  May they be many.

 

Betty resided for 57 years in Keota which was established in 1880 by siblings Mary and Eva Beardsley.  They sold it to the Lincoln Land and Cattle Co. in 1888, the year the Keota school district was created. In 1893 it had eight pupils then in 1893 just three.  

 

Students later were transferred to Grover, Briggsdale or New Raymer schools. The school building was torn down in the 1950s, Betty Bivens recalled.

 

In the 1890s Keota experienced a bust because of drought then in 1909 a wet period ensued with homesteaders coming from Iowa.

 

Early Keota was a station stop for the Burlington-Missouri Railroad which transported primarily cattle.  Keota was one of the important stops along the railroad which was nicknamed, “Old Prairie Dog Express.” The station was abandoned in 1975 and the track removed.

 

In 1911 A.C. Hammond established the Keota newspaper, the News, and sold out to Clyde Stanley in the fall.  Stanley operated it as a “job shop” — printing plant — until 1973.  

 

Keota lost its incorporation status in 1990.

 

Betty’s husband, Dean, maintained the county gravel roads for over 30 years. He died in 1998, and in 2003 Betty moved to the Cheyenne, Wyo., Care Center.  This Oct. 5 she celebrated her 82nd birthday.

 

Betty worked 7 1/2 years for the Greeley animal shelter and got many animals adopted.  Some she took home with her the 50 miles from Greeley to prepare them for adoption, including the Moloneys’ only dog, Max, a Norwegian Elkhound.

 

The Bivens Keota property is now owned by her son, Rich and his wife Paula of Hillsdale, Wyo.  No Bivens family members reside in Keota now.  The family home sadly burned down three years ago.

 

Keeping Keota alive today are Charles and Theresa Lee and Rich Pedon.  Lee succeeded Dean Bivens as the county roads maintenance man.  In 2000 the Keota census was five, and it still is, Betty said.

 

Betty and Dean were very protective of Keota.  “To avoid vandalism I chased people off and was known as the ‘Keota witch’,” she remarked.”  Recently vandals damaged the grocery-general store-post office’s windows and doors.

 

"Rust Covered Fireplug, Wheel Barrel & Kitchenware"   © 2009 by Paul F. Moloney

"Rust Covered Fireplug, Wheel Barrel & Kitchenware" © 2009 by Paul F. Moloney

Mini-Triathlete Wins the Cheers

Monday, September 14th, 2009

 

Caleb Hendricks Grins at the Start of Lap  © 2009 by Paul F. Moloney

Caleb Hendricks Grins at the Start of Lap © 2009 by Paul F. Moloney

 

In the beginning of the Pelican Lake Ranch, Colo., Kids Triathlon Aug. 22, 3-year-old Caleb Hendricks simply splashed his hands and arms.

 

Then his aunt Abby Vorrath signaled and spoke to him what do.  That he did and when he finished his swimming lap, the family and friends gave him an ovation.

Success Brings Family Congrtultions   © 2009 Paul F. Moloney

Success Brings Family Congratulations © 2009 Paul F. Moloney

When Caleb was 27 months old, he participated with his mom Rubi, aunt Abby Vorrath and family friend Sirrena Williams in the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure (breast cancer) Oct. 2, 2008, in downtown Denver.

 

Caleb celebrated his third birthday July 10 while taking the Cumbres Toltec narrow gauge railroad trip from Antonito, Colo., to Chama, N.M., in the San Juan Mountains.

 

The next day, Caleb’s parents Brent and Rubi Hendricks entered him in the Pagosa Springs, Colo., Duathlon — a foot racing-bike peddling event.  Caleb responded wonderfully, Rubi remarked.

 

She added, “He trained with a group of kids in the community  (Pelican Lake Ranch) — mom or dad always with him swimming, running and biking.  Daddy really helped with his transitions (between the events).”

Family Sets the Pace   © 2009 by Paul F. Moloney

Family Sets the Pace © 2009 by Paul F. Moloney

Race Ends with Joy   © 2009 by Paul F. Moloney

Race Ends with Joy for Aunt Abby, Caleb and Dad Brent © 2009 by Paul F. Moloney

Brent was thrilled with Caleb’s enthusiasm and determination, though in the third event, the run, Caleb occasionally slowed to a walk along the way. When Caleb clutched his medal, his pride and smile were genuine, just like it was after the swim and mini-bike ride.

 

There are two groups of people I love to photograph.  They are the young and the old, for they are not overwhelmed with self-consciousness and a bent to put on their camera faces.  It was a privilege to photograph Caleb.

 

To be ready to do this, I cannot be distracted by the mechanics of the camera or people surrounding us.  I must be prepared. Therefore, I rely heavily on instinctive craftsmanship and on what the kids and old-timers are spontaneously doing.

 

Intriguing Viewpoints

Tuesday, August 18th, 2009

 

"Windmill and Barn"   © 2009 by Paul F. Moloney

"Windmill and Barn" © 2009 by Paul F. Moloney

Monday, July 27, I once again traveled northeastern Colorado’s I-76 through the southern edge of Weld County between Lochbuie and Hudson.  This is about 40 miles northeast of Denver.  I revisited the Clyde Peterson property two miles west of Hudson.  

The windmill and the deteriorating barn have always intrigued me because I wondered about their history — that I virtually do about everything and everyone I photograph.

 

This is the first time I photographed the windmill and barn in color, “Windmill and Barn.” A new camera really fulfilled my hopes and made an image unique in composition and content.

 

I got up at 5 a.m. and arrived at the Peterson place about 20 minutes after sunrise. I love early morning or late evening light because the low angle gives strong definition, dramatic shadow and highlight relationships, and the opportunity to do an occasional “self-portrait” of my shadow working with my camera.

 

I photographed “Paul’s Shadow” with my 24 mm wide-angle lens and placed the windmill in the upper right-center of the picture to get implied diagonal movement of the principal elements.

 

“Windmill and Barn” was made with the 180 mm telephoto lens to bring out the detail of the windmill blades and the peak of the barn roof.

 

I first contacted the Town of Hudson administrator, Joe Racine, and he got the property ownership information for me from his computer data base.

 

July 28 I phoned Helen Peterson, Clyde’s 97-year-old widow.  She celebrated her birthday three weeks ago.  She referred me to her son, Fred, of Brighton, a retired Delta airline reservation attendant.  He manages the property. 

 

Clyde purchased the farm in 1955. Fred guessed the barn was built in the early 1900s. The Petersons last painted it 30-35 years ago.  The windmill was installed in the 1920s and operated until five years ago.

 

Clyde served on the Weld Central school board and operated the Brighton Feed and Farm store.  He passed away in 1984 at age 80.  Wife Helen carefully managed the egg and chicken business all those years.

 

“Though the facilities are now idle, the windmill can be reactivated at any time,” Fred Peterson said. “It is in very good condition.”  The barn has not been painted for many years.

 

"Paul's Shadow"  © 2009 by Paul F. Moloney

"Paul's Shadow" © 2009 by Paul F. Moloney

To the right in the picture, “Paul’s Shadow,” is the building where the Petersons kept their playing chickens — 2400 of them. To the far right is their home which was relocated twice because of construction of adjacent I-76 and and the frontage road.


Fred reminisced:

 

“One Thanksgiving the turnbuckles holding a row of hens’ cages collapsed frozen from from the bitter cold.  About 400 chickens scattered everywhere.

 

“This was in early morning, and we worked into the late night to restore the cages, only to have another row collapse,” Fred said of the efforts of his mom, dad, two brothers and him.  “We didn’t lose a chicken,” he proudly concluded.

 

He is the oldest of the Peterson sons at 72. 

 

When I asked about his mom’s health, Fred said, “She still lives alone (in Thornton) and does the chores within her home.  She is hard of hearing, though.”

 

With this historical knowledge, the old homestead has become not only picturesque but also exemplifies life being lived. 

 

The story is not complete. Fred and I shall go together the next time I photograph, and he’ll open the buildings for me.

 

I’ll not wait too long to present the next visual chapter about the Peterson Family chicken farm.

Stan The Man Musial

Thursday, July 16th, 2009

Tuesday night, July 14, at the 2009 MLB All-Star game the greatest St. Louis Cardinal player ever, Stan “The Man” Musial, delivered the game ball to President Barack Obama for the ceremonial first pitch at Busch Stadium. The 88-year-old Musial’s appearance was brief and the ovation tremendous.

This brought me delightful memories of my very favorite baseball player. 

 

On April 15, 2001, I visited with and photographed Mr. Musial just before he spoke about his friendship with author James Michener for whom the University of Northern Colorado, Greeley, named its library.   

 

Musial thrilled the banquet attendees with his harmonica music. His humor brought laughter.

"The Musial Eyes"  © 2001 by Paul F. Moloney

"The Musial Eyes" © 2001 by Paul F. Moloney

My choice photograph of the evening is a close-up of his face with his eyes concentrating on me as if he were batting.  He was patient and answered my questions with gentlemanly respect. 

I shall always remember his lightning quick hands and his unique batting stance.  He hit the ball like a cobra snake strikes its victims.  

 

Musial’s career was fantastic and he was elected to the MLB Hall of Fame in 1969.

 

I was 11 years old and Mom, Casilda Moloney, restricted me to bed on Christmas day 1944 because of flu-like symptons.  Dad, A. I. Moloney, spirited me by bringing me a copy of The Sporting News.  After I read it cover-to-classified ads, he gave me a greeting card saying that I would receive a gift subscription.

 

Sporting News writer Bob Broeg thus kept me informed about the Cardinals for decades to come. 

 

In 1947 Dad took me to St. Louis from our home at Monte Vista, Colo., to visit relatives and for me to see Musial play baseball for the first time.

 

The next time came Aug. 18, 1957, in a marathon doubleheader at Milwaukee.  We went to  the dressing room 8 hrs., 16 min., after the doubleheader began.  There were two rain delays and the first game went 10 innings.

 

I was still bashful though 24 years old.  Dad approached Musial and told him that he was a “true gentleman” and that his hitting the game winning home run in the first game was “wonderful.” Musial graciously thanked Dad.

 

The Cardinals won 8-6.  Musial signed our scorecard when he exited the dressing room. Boy, my Dad’s and my smiles were broad and spontaneous.  Dad instructed me to put the scorecard in my safety deposit box, and I still have it 52 years later.

 

"Brent Payne, 13, Proudly Displays Stan Musial Baseball"  © 2001 by Paul F. Moloney

"Brent Payne, 13, Proudly Displays Stan Musial Baseball" © 2001 by Paul F. Moloney

Musial, who hit and threw lefthanded, actually signed autographs with his right hand.  Before the Michener banquet in 2001, Musial signed a baseball for my grandson, Brent Payne, then 13 years old.

 

The last time I saw Musial play was the only baseball game he ever played in Denver, 1958.  It was an exhibition against the Denver Bears.

 

TV and my photography were in their infancy.  I didn’t take any pictures but remembering Musial driving a home run over the  right-center field fence, just like he did in Milwaukee the year before, activated my “photographic memory.”  Today my photographic memories are now photographic realities.

 

 

Cal, The Mimic

Sunday, June 28th, 2009

Cal Amidon, 2 years, 8 months old, finds his buddy, Kevin Moloney, worthy of mimicking while strolling through the Denver zoo, Nov. 2, 2008.

Callum "Cal" Amidon walks with his hands pocketed like his buddy Kevin Moloney.  © 2008 by Paul F. Moloney

Callum "Cal" Amidon walks with his hands pocketed like his buddy Kevin Moloney. © 2008 by Paul F. Moloney

Moments like this one make my personal photo-journalism worthwhile, too. This portrait of Cal, the youngster with a sly grin of achievement, is now included in the Moloney Family Album.

We Americans, especially the menfolk, seem to always have their hands in their pockets.

This reminds me of my early days in the classroom with the teacher instructing us to sit on our hands while talking. This is how they encouraged and developed the children’s sense of discipline.

Hand gestures accent conversations and lectures. They pinpoint every point to be made. They are visual adjectives and adverbs. Without them boredom prevails.

In my photography I seek spontaneity and story telling body language often featuring the hands.

I must react instinctively and quickly. My peripheral vision is constantly on the look.

The instant I trigger the camera, I want precisely that moment.  Many times I am lucky, getting the photo I expected.

Branch Rickey, Brooklyn Dodgers owner who broke Major League baseball’s color line with Jackie Robinson in 1947, said, “Luck is the residue of preparation.” He convinced me a long time ago.