Saturday, September 24, 2022

Rabbit Hole

I spent the morning showing fascists they have no right to tell people what they can and cannot do at the public library in Saint Paul (yes, really)...

You can just make out the Proud Boys with their black-and-yellow signs up by the stop sign.

...and now I'm deep in some genealogy research. 

Why is it so fascinating to find out who begat who in what year, and where they lived? 

It's not that I'm proud of all these forebearers who trace back to the early 1600s, who were the literal colonizers of New England. But I keep thinking of all the people who lived in between then and now, and how their successive waves of families came to be where they were, and the circumstances they lived in (ending with the humble working class ones I knew first hand, those of my grandparents).

So much history lost, especially the stories of the women. Even their last names, often. 

Here's a bonus picture of some relatives:

Anyone have a guess on the ages of the woman and man? (Click to enlarge for better viewing.) Or the year the photo was taken?



Pete Hautman said...

I think the girl's saddle shoes and the man's suit would put this in the mid to late 1940s.

Daughter Number Three said...

You got the year about right: it's 1950. When I posted, I had been misled by something written on the back of the photo to think it was in the 1930s, but after posting found some more information indicating it fits a lot better with the saddle shoes.

What about the ages, though?