Lloyd George Palmer of Williamstown Australia was born in 1915 in Williamstown, VIC to Arthur Robert Palmer and Eunice Ann Evans Palmer. He has siblings David Picton Palmer and Robert Glyn Palmer. Lloyd Palmer married Jean Maud Palmer, and has a child Graeme Palmer. Family, friend, or fan, this family history biography is for you to remember Lloyd George Palmer.
Who doesn't love a man (or woman) in uniform? Almost everybody has worn a uniform sometime in their life - these are the vintage versions of those uniforms.
Uniforms are worn by many kinds of people - children and adults - in all kinds of organizations. Police, firefighters, nurses, paramedics, the military, Boy Scouts, Girls Scouts, sports teams, prisone...
Portrait photographs and paintings of our loved ones and ancestors.
Before photos we had paintings of family members - most usually these were reserved for the well off. The era of modern photography began with the daguerreotype, in 1839. Since the advent of photogr...
Discover how fashion has changed over the years with this collection of photos.
Fashion styles & vintage clothing throughout the decades that will inspire, make you wish for those times again, or may make you ask "What were they thinking"?
Clothing styles have obviously changed ...
The year I am unable to recall, but it was in February Black History Month. The journalist actress Oprah Winfrey had a program out entitled the Slave Narrative. The actor
Samuel Jackson would come on and talk about the Palmer Plantation in Georgia. This was important to me because my father has told me that his great grandfather was half black and half native American from the Creek Nation. this information was important to me because I had assumed that our roots were from Florida.
Years later, I was talking to one of my aunts and stated that my grandfather was not from Florida but was from Georgia.
Sometime around about 1980 I had visited a friend in Rice Borrow Georgia. We went to a Methodist Church that had on its corner stone the last name Palmer. Asking around I met a young lady that had shared the same last name. I told her the story of how no one could tell us where my grandfather came from, just that he had jump off a train in Tuskaloosa, Alabama. He had seen the Hargrove girls and fell in love with one of them. This young lady to whom I had told the story to, said the same just opposite. her Grand Father jump on a train in Georga and was never to be seen again. I wonder?