I love this photo of my grandfather’s family. He’s the one on the far right in the back row.
It was taken around 1928, and everyone is the perfect age for identification. The children aren’t so young that they all look the same, and the parents aren’t so old that they look like everyone else.
The family lived in California at this time; all the children were born in Nebraska except for the youngest.
Formal family portraits would have been a special occasion; most of the other photographs of the family we have are snapshots — very few formal ones like this one are found.
Although I never met my great-grandparents or my great-aunt, I treasure the photographic memories that I have to help these people come alive for me. The stories, the photos, the fleshing out of real people.