I believe the phrase, "A picture is worth a thousand words" accurately expresses my thoughts whenever I get a photograph from the past. It's like an unexpected gift.
A couple years ago when I came home from work, my daughter handed me the mail which included a Christmas card from my cousin, Donna. Inside was a black and white, 5 x 7 photograph of our great grandparents 50th wedding anniversary.
With this picture, I have some clues about my family. First things first, I'm wondering were dad got his height genes. I never met his father but I understand he was a tall man for his generation at five feet ten inches tall. It is pretty obvious I otherwise come from a family of short. By the way, my grandfather is not in the shot, he's behind the camera.
Judging by the fashions, they fared pretty well during the depression. I don't have the month they were married but I would guess the spring. The fresh flower corsages lovely.
It is also had to tell but Old Grandpa's left arm was taken in an accident at work. He was a watchman for the South Buffalo.
Regardless of whether I have learned something new about a long ago photo, I love to gaze at them wondering what life was like back in the day.
Judging by the fashions, they fared pretty well during the depression. I don't have the month they were married but I would guess the spring. The fresh flower corsages lovely.
Regardless of whether I have learned something new about a long ago photo, I love to gaze at them wondering what life was like back in the day.
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