Friday, November 30, 2012

Fifty Fridays #17

I can't miss Friday.  Apparently, I even have my son's attention.

This is one photo that I don't remember.  I wasn't there.  I wasn't even a twinkle in anyone's eye.

It's a little odd to think of a world where I wasn't present.  I mean, we do it all the time, don't we?  But I wonder if we aren't injecting ourselves into the scenes just by trying to imagine them.  But to really  think about not being a presence on this planet?   I find it just slightly unsettling. 

So, who are these folks?  This is my Dad with his mother's parents.  So, my paternal greats.  This is quite a casual snap although it probably is not an ordinary occasion.  I doubt that my father ran around in those white clothes for play.  And, even though men dressed more formally in those days, my great-grandfather looks pretty spruced up.  Have they arrived?  Or are they leaving?  And where are they going?

There is one thing that can put the present into the past.  I think that this great-great-great-granddaughter resembles that long-ago little boy.  What do you think?


Rudee said...

Look at those blond curls! On both of them! Yes, they're related.

Susan Kane said...

What a cutie! Find out who is who in those old photos before those who know leave. I love the old photo--a slice of time.

Tanna at The Brick Street Bungalow said...

Headful of gorgeous curls!! Yep, I'd say there is a resemblance. blessings ~ tanna

Angie said...

I'm loving all your Fridays, so lucky to have old photos.

Empty Nester said...

Yes she does! I'm not sure about the white granddaddy insisted that my mother and aunt be dressed in white every day until they started school!


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