Family photos tell stories...
Even those who have only a passing interest in the family history can at times be found pouring over old photos. Although I am not into the whole process,I am delighted that my mother kept old pictures (and labelled them) and also wrote stories about her Nova Scotia childhood.
|A sketch from a photo of my grandmother's Sherbrooke house.|
I look at photos from my mother's collection, check the names and remember visiting my mother's Aunt Libby or Aunt Mary, women that to me were old and smelled of cookies, lavender and roses.
I was reminded that Aunt Mary had seven sons, a fact that lay buried deep in my childhood. And two of them were twins. A precursor perhaps for the several sets of twins now in the family.
I see photos of sea captains, lawyers, professors, mothers, ministers, farmers and more. The complex lives that built our family and our country.
We seem to have a fascination with looking like our ancestors.
"Oh my, little Donnie
looks just like Uncle John."
The resemblance may be to others in the family as well. Although as a little girl, I apparently cried when told I looked like my Aunt Nettie. At the time she looked OLD to me and I wasn't impressed.
Do you have old family photos? Is there an ancestor you resemble?
And why do you think we want to know about those who have come before us in the family?