Peeking into my Past by Discovering an Old Photograph
This is a most precious picture of my Grandmother, sitting on the log at the far left, around 1894 at the age of 10.
Also in the picture are her brother and sister, far right, near the dog. It reminds me of a scene from a Little Rascals episode.
I never knew my Grandmother. She died in 1927, many years before I was born, but I feel a strong connection to her.
I bear a strong physical resemblance to her; my Dad and his sister always remark how much I reminded them of her. My Grandmother’s brother and sister passed at early ages, and to my knowledge, left no heirs. My Dad’s sister never married or had any children, so I am the last of our lineage.
I love this picture because it’s so natural, everyone caught in their own thought and in their own moment…forever. ~shared by @pics_by_vick