I love old photographs. And not just my family's, like those below. But old photos in general. The best are the ones with personal notes written on them. I have learned so much history in just a jotted down note. Like Roosevelt visiting the Prime Minister of Sweden in a psych hospital in 1938. Just because a family member thought to jot it down before mailing a picture home.
But then you get those photos that have a story to tell, but no one left to tell it. You can only hope that a family member knew the story, and can share it.
I am in the process of doing just that. Discovering my family in more detail, through photos, rumors, and stories. And if this blog survives, family a hundred years from now will know where they have come from.