It's weird that some people on FR will fall for the most bizarre claims.
I don't recall any photos of my mom being pregnant, but that was long ago when women didn't parade pregnant figures for photographs. Film and processing cost money, so those were saved by the less monied for the actual baby pictures.
Oh please, there are far more people than people on FR that think Manchelle is a man.
Very few women have a swinging package in their photos. LOL
I do not know of Michelle is a man or not. I suspect she is not.
Her youngest daughter was born in 2001, I recall many people getting digital cameras then and Polaroids were very common.
She was already a Lawyer in 2001 so the family should have had easy access to both.
Just odd is all I’m sayin’.
C’mon man! “Scientists” say!
There are photos of Barack Obama and Malcolm X- they look exactly identical.
I once did a montage of images and asked people to identify which were Obama and which were Malcolm X. EVERYONE guessed wrong, because they were ALL Malcolm X.
“ It’s weird that some people on FR will fall for the most bizarre claims.”
The madness on conspiracy theories is just bizarre .
Plenty of things to focus on that are factual and truly bad.
A President who the media covered up for.
One of the biggest scandals in decades is how they covered for him.
I have several boxes of family photos I inherited after my parents passed, some are even tin types of my mother’s great and great-great grandparents from the 1800’s here in the US and from my Norwegian born father and his family in Norway, and a lot from the early 20’s through the 50’s, but some of the people in the photos, neither my older brother or I could identify who these people were after our parents died, if they were relatives or family friends.
And I have some pictures of my mother’s uncle taken while “fishing” in the Florida Keys in the early 1930’s of his very large boat that we are pretty sure he used to smuggle rum from Cuba to the US during prohibition. LOL! He was also the “uncle” that got my father a good paying union construction job in the late 1950’s in NJ after calling his good “friend” Vito (Genovese). Vito supposedly owed my great uncle a few “favors”.
But what really struck me was the difference between my brother’s baby photos and mine.
A three framed portrait professionally taken by a photography studio of my brother as a baby – and a few fuzzy and faded Polaroids of me as a baby.
Several color portraits all in nice frames of my brother as a baby, a toddler and during his first few years in school, all professionally taken and framed and probably not cheap – and several fuzzy faded Polaroids and Kodaks of me taken by my father at those same ages.
My parents did have one photo professionally taken of me prior to my first day of school at Olen Mills, but from then on, all the professional photos of me were school photos until my HS graduation when my parents had a graduation picture taken of me that they had taken, again at Olen Mills but I remember them being concerned about the cost.
But OTHO, when my dad bought an 8mm movie camera shortly after I was born, most all those home movies featured me. And I was a “star”. LOL!
I hear this was/is rather common. The first-born kid gets all sorts of professional photos taken and the second and third and so on kids, well, not so much.
I would also say that when my brother was born in 1949 and through the late 50’s until shortly before I was born, my parents were thriving, my dad had his own business building houses and garages and a GI loan, and they were doing “well” and my dad even built their own house. But when I was born in 1960, they were struggling.
The economy went south, my dad’s business went under when he couldn’t get paid for the work he’d done, and my parents went from being business and homeowners to renters and my dad even resorted to working at a gas station and as a cab driver to make ends meet.
They lived for a time in a rental house in Rockland County NY on a kosher chicken farm where I was born. Then we moved to Harrisburg PA, the first place I remember living in which was a third-floor walkup apartment in a converted brownstone row house where we shared a bathroom with another tenant and my older brother’s bedroom was down the hall. I didn’t have my own room and either slept on the couch or on a roll out bed in my parents’ bedroom.
A favorite old family photo is from 1903 with my very pg great grandmother and her very pg sisters and sister-in-laws standing on the front porch. It must have been a very long hard winter.
Brownie cameras came out in 1900 and priced at $30 including a roll of film in today’s money. By WWI, 1912, they were snapping pictures of everything.