I love old photos.
They tell a story of time gone by.
This is my great grandparents, in 1915.
Their blood runs through my veins, yet all I know about them is what I can find through Births, Deaths and Marriages, old letters and newspapers.
Slowly unravelling the mystery,
piece by piece.
Linking up with Trish from My Little Drummer Boys for Wordless Wednesday.
Wow a photo from nearly a century ago in such good condition... I love the history and the way you relate to it. Amazing. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Misha! My grandfather had kept this photo safe for a long time! One of his prized possessions :)
DeleteOh, I totally understand what you mean. I started doing my Grandfathers family history as it was something he didn't really speak about, and now have quite a few photos. It was so emotionally draining on me though I had to take a break from it. I did find out I'm related to almost everyone where we live haha
ReplyDeleteHa ha! Must be a small town, Ree! ;)
DeleteIt is draining, isn't it. And it doesn't stop! With genealogy, you can just keep going and going!
What an amazing photograph to have. Was that their home?
ReplyDeleteI've got one photo of my grandparents, walking down a street in the city (Sydney) in their Sunday best, because that's what people wore on a trip to the city in the 1940s!
Yes, Lisa, it was their home, and would you believe that it is still standing and looking very much the same!
DeleteMy mother, sister and myself made a bit of a pilgrimage (if you like) to the town where my grandfather grew up, just to see what we could find, to help my family tree research. We had the street address, and managed to locate the house. Some additional rooms had been added to the home, and the garden is different, but the original part of the house has been kept very much the same. I found it so emotional! :)
What an amazing photo, Tracey! Beautifully maintained.
ReplyDeleteI can just imagine all the stories that go behind the image.
Just amazing!