Lately, our family schedule has us spending more time at my parents house.
My son finishes school nearby to their house. It is convenient for him to drop over after school.
My parents love this. My kids love visiting them. So, this has provided time to chat with my mother. She has a penchant for family history.
These conversations have only come about because the time has been made due to these regular visits.
My daughter was intrigued to go through some of my mum's documents.
I thought I'd share an old photograph and the small detail that would skip notice unless it is shared. So here you go.
This is a photo of my great, great, grandmother, on my mother's side of the family.
She had so many children that all died except for four of them.
The only two that I recall clearly, are my grandmother, the little girl on the ground, and her sister, the girl on the far left. I probably met the younger boys, I'd have to enquire more about them, as one young boy died from appendicitis at a young age. Alas, time fragments memories and connections.
That pouty girl is my grandmother.
The story here is that she wouldn't sit still.
The sour face is due to the man keeping her still by pulling her hair if she moved too much.
I love old photographs and I hope you did too.
It seems the modern age has moved photography into a convenience category.
Having everybody wearing their Sunday best for a family portrait will obviously have its comeback someday.
All the best in our Tardis journey through our version of Time.