Gregg was at his Dad's house looking through old boxes of family photos. There have been some treasures he has come across, ones of his mother he has never seen.
This, however, is a mystery. There are no people here that we recognize. There were lots of photographs with nothing to identify them on the back. A reminder to us both to start looking through the boxes of photos we have taken over the years (before the digital era). We are guessing this was taken in the late 20s, early 30s. I loved it!
I went on line and found the following poem. Says it all for so many of our photos found.
"I love my family photos,
Such a simple treasure to me.
So many wonderful people
That are part of my history.
I look upon their faces,
My uncles, cousins and aunts.
I see myself in some of them,
The eyes...the smile...the stance.
Decked out in Sunday fashion,
They gathered for a quick snapshot.
Some clothes were made at home,
And some of them they bought.
And look at how far back they go,
To the horse and buggy days.
Perhaps we were not born yet,
Or were small with the past a haze.
Oh, look at Grandpa's trophies.
He tooks so very good.
He knew he was quite a hunter,
Though he wouldn't say out loud.
Let's not forget the animals
That helped to work the farm.
They too were part of our family
And had their special charm.
Just look at the family autos.
They had such class and style.
Yes, I love my family photos.
Come and look at them a while."
Thank you Marilyn!