Behind its glass were these two photos:
|The young man on the top right seems to be the young boy on the lower left, a little older. You think?|
I have removed them from the frame and turned the cardboard backing around; it reveals a poem called The Daisies Won't Tell, and I've posted a photo of it, in the frame, on this blog before. It hangs in the bathroom now.
But I can't throw these photographs away.
Sure, their relatives couldn't — for whatever reason — keep them. Maybe everyone in the family already had a copy. Maybe they didn't have time to go through everything when their grandmother passed away, and just had to box up her house and let them go. There are many possibilities. It seems a shame, as one would think photos like these would be precious to their family members. But life gets in the way of sentimental attachments to material things, doesn't it.
Still, this is how bad it is:
Not only can I not part with photos of my own ancestors; now I can't part with photos of someone else's!
In my family collection there are photos containing people I can't identify. These most surely have a relation to my family, to my ancestors and extended family, but no one now knows who they were or what the relation was.
These, one might think, would be photos I would not need to keep for posterity.
And yet ... I am quite fond of some of them and of the people in them.
Is that weird? Well then, it's weird.
And weirder yet is that I have started to create casual identities for these people, as if eventually they will tell me who they are (were). It's kind of fun.
I have no clue who these people are, or where, but:
|This I do know was at the nurses' residence at Mayo, Yukon, and was either a coworker of my great-great Aunt Alma's OR it is Aunt Alma herself as a very young woman. (Reta, could that be?)|
|Could these be some of Grandpa Benson's mother's siblings in the midwestern States?|
|Isn't this a fabulous photo? But who were these two?|
|On the back it says "Mary Ward on right." Who was Mary, and who is the other lady? Taken Feb '59.|
|The cardboard frame is embossed ECRossi, Regina, Sask; a photography business there?|
|And finally this young woman with her lilies on her parched land.|