Since I am on the baby kick lately, I thought I might post some other baby pictures. With the latest posts of myself and little Aliza as a baby, I thought I would add the two oldest pictures I have of my father (showing him at his youngest recorded images).
Milo Paul Ross born on Independence Day in 1943 in Ogden, Utah. He weighed in at a flat 8 pounds, 22 inches. He was discharged at 7 pounds, 10.5 ounces. His parents were Milo James Ross and Gladys Donaldson Ross. They resided at 829 8th Street in Ogden, Utah. Well, Grandma did.
Grandpa had just landed in Hawaii with the Army. A biography at the University of Utah said, “Ross soon shipped out to the Hawaiian Islands, leaving behind his young pregnant wife. As his unit landed on the big island of Hawaii on July 4, 1942, a voice on the loud speaker said, “Sergeant Ross, congratulations. Your wife and son are doing well, and, one more thing, before you get off the ship you and your men have guard duty for the next four hours. Welcome to Hawaii.”
Grandma told the story how every night before going to bed Grandma showed Dad a picture of Grandpa and told him to kiss it goodnight. When Grandpa stepped off the train years later, Dad knew who is father was at sight. I doubt Dad remembers much at such an early age. It would be interesting to know his recollections.
Grandpa told me that when he left Grandma they made an agreement that no matter where they were, both would kneel and pray at 9:00 PM at night for family prayer. Even though they were miles apart, this was a way of maintaining their relationship despite distance and not knowing whether letters would arrive at the other end. Grandpa said there were nights he felt his family very close, especially in a lonely foxhole with people dying around him.
Anyhow, more about the photos of the little boy above. The top photo was taken in July 1943, which means it was within 3-4 weeks of his birth. He is held in the photo by his grandmother, my Great Grandmother, Berendena Van Leeuwen Donaldson. She went by Dena her whole life. I cropped the photo down just to show Dad. My first impression of this picture is how much he looks like my Aunt Caroline in this photo. If it wasn’t for the written date on the photo, I would think it was her.
The second photo is also cropped. This will probably be the closest I get to nudity on this little blog. This photograph indicates it was taken at 8 weeks, putting us at the end of August or beginning of September 1943. Perhaps he needed a little help with Bilirubin, hence sitting out in the sun with all exposed. Either way, he does not look entirely pleased with the situation.
Looking at the two photographs, I can see a slight expression from the second photo in little Aliza. Amanda and I see quite a bit of me in little Aliza, and we see more of the Jonas/Coley brow and facial features, at least at this stage. We all know how children move through different looks as they grow up. We shall keep a keen eye out for intimations of Dad. But here are two photos of him.