I am trying to organize all the family photos on my computer into folders, because it's so frustrating trying to find a particular photo and having no idea where it is. Now I will have photos in one handy dandy folder on my Desktop, all nice and organized.
Yes, I was a paralegal for many years. Being organized gives me a ridiculous thrill.
So I was looking through photos and I ran across this one of my Thompson grandmother, Cordelia. She died before I was born. Cordelia is standing, wearing a white dress. It's a rare photo of her smiling.
The lady seated is my great aunt Ceph, sister of Cordelia. I got her bustline. Sometimes genetics are cruel and weird...
I left the photos big on purpose. Note the long nose and pointed chin. Got those from Cordelia. She was about 5'8 and had lovely long legs. Didn't get those. My hair is sort of similar.
Below, Dad holding me and Bruce. I'm the tiny one.
Note: I can tell how old someone is [roughly] just by looking at their baby photos. If they are in color, chances are they were born after 1970. Mine are all black and white. Perhaps that's for the best, since I was really puny when I was born. Took me a while to plump up.
What's really interesting is that my brother has always favored Mom's side of the family, but sometimes he reminds me a lot of Daddy.
I just realized his eyes are almost exactly the same color blue as mine. His are a little lighter. Dad had green eyes. Sometimes mine look green if I wear a green shirt. I read somewhere than in a hundred years or so most people on earth will have brown eyes. Us blue-eyed folks will be rare. So be it.
Picture Dad without the glasses. See the resemblance?? [the other folks are some dear friends of many years]
Life goes by too fast. I wish Dad could see how much Bruce looks like him.
I wish I had met Cordelia. I could say Thanks for the nose and chin! Hopefully she would think it was funny. Mom says I have her laugh -- which is rather eerie. I never heard her laugh. We don't even have recordings of her speaking. She died in 1959..
I am listening to a song called 100 Years. Reminds me of how fast time passes, and how much we need to savor it...
Sometimes people ask me if I wish my children looked like me. Truthfully, it doesn't matter a bit. I don't care. My cousins have passed down the genes to their offspring, and that's fine.