Probably the same person, like me, who is interested in geneology. I was given this box when my Grandmother moved into a nursing home. It contained a lot of family photos from my Great Grandmother's estate. My Grandmother had acquired it and it remained in her care until I received it. The box itself is amazing... but there is a name on the lid of a person not in our family tree.
In this photo was it Easter time and they were about ready to go to church? I think this photo is actually of my Grandmother's neighbor but it is so cute I just adore it.
This is my Grandfather. He was in the National Guard. Look how torn and tattered this photo is. I'm glad I have it. He passed away when I was 7 so photos like this are all I have left to remember him by.
This one is also sweet. My Great Grandfather and Great Grandmother on the boardwalk, probably in Atlantic City. From what I've heard, he loved her very much. And she loved him right back.
This trio of photos I've received in the past couple of years. I really love them. Copies of photos taken of my parents. They were standing on a bridge along a lake where they first met. (The younger teen is my Aunt who ran and told my Father my Mother liked him.)
It's my job. It's my responsibility.