Grandma Julia in 1915
click on photo to view largerI never met her, just as I never met her husband, my grandfather, Herman Aaron. Her son, my father, was 4 years old when that photographic portrait of his mother was made. I was born 40 years later. My father is shown below, as a young man, in a World War II era photo.
click on photo to view largerThe generations roll on, we come and we go, leaving behind dust that smells of time long gone, like the dust that floated out to tickle my nose when I removed my grandmother's photograph from its frame. I honor my ancestors as best I can, by placing their images here.
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5 comments:
whenever i see photos like these i always wonder what life must have been like back then. i never knew my grandfather on my fathers side. thanks for sharing.
Yes, Stormin, I have that same reaction to old photos like these...
And then, when it is an actual ancestor of mine, it's as if a part of the life seen in those photos is encoded in my own being, even if it was a life that was totally unknown to me at a conscious level.
You are lucky to have these photos.
I think you look a bit like your grandmother -- esp. around the mouth. Do you see a resemblance? Just curious.
Bobbie
I see a resemblence too. And she was gorgeous, btw.
The pic of your father reminds me of stories that my grandfather told me about his motorcycle. It was an Indian and he said it had a stick shift. Isn't that a stick shift on your father's?
Thanks for sharing.
Peg
Well yes, Bobbie and Peg - I'd like to think I DO see a resemblance, because I love her looks! I'm at least 10 years older now than she was when that photo was taken of her. This is the only photo of her that I've ever seen, so I don't know what she looked like when she was younger or older...
And about that motorcycle my Dad is on... no idea if there's a shick shift on it. Though I do see something that looks like that is what it might be. Any motorcycle experts out there that can say for sure?
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