Every Picture Is A Mystery (Except When It's Not)
At the farm, there was a box of old family photos, ranging from the thick cardboard to the metal. My sister and I loved looking at them as children (we referred to the whole group as The Bubble Ears, for the most distinctive feature that showed up through the generations). There was a picture of the farm before the Big House was built, and tons and tons of people with no indication of who they were!
With my grandfather's death, the box of photos went off to some relative or another, much to our sadness. I still love to look at old pictures, though, and wonder who about who they were... :)
Don't you think this fellow really deserves a story written about him? You know you want to! *grin*
With my grandfather's death, the box of photos went off to some relative or another, much to our sadness. I still love to look at old pictures, though, and wonder who about who they were... :)
Don't you think this fellow really deserves a story written about him? You know you want to! *grin*