It must be a family trait, but I love looking at old photos. Once her eyesight failed, my Grandma would look at photos by touch. She would run her crooked fingers over the edges and tell me who was in each one. It was amazing. My mom had countless photo books. They were countless because I didn’t bother to count them. Perhaps someone else did? I was a little more slippery with mom when it came to looking at photos. I wasn’t as fascinated with her photos of somebodies roses or rhody’s. I guess I could have paid more attention. I only brought one photo album home from her house when she died this last December. The above photo is one from that album that speaks to me. I love this young family, they hold such promise as well as the occasional piss and vinegar. In the original photo my dads face is in a very dark shadow, but with the magic of photoshop along with Sweet Husbands talent, he was able to get the detail to pop out. Get it? It’s my Pop, the daddie-o, my father. Anyhoo, it’s a very sweet photo. If you want a longer stroll down memory lane, click on the flickr link in the right hand column, there’s more to see. I have a bunch more to scan and these will be of the most photographed baby in the history of babies….my little brother Jim. Gawd, that baby was cute.