I am haunted by both these vintage photos of people unknown to me. The woman is possibly distant family. The photograph of the sad man and children was found at an estate sale. I think they are calling out for a story.
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I love these kind of photos. You are constantly wondering what the subject is thinking. 🙂 Old photos are great.
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Aren’t they great!
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I think you should be talking to Rod Stewart. Wasn’t his first solo album titled after the song of the same name, “Every Picture Tells A Story Don’t It?” Sounds to me like he’s the expert. Lol.
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Don’t know it. I totally missed the sixties. I was studying. Really!
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No problem, one day when you’re really bored, you could look it up, but it really wasn’t one of his best, I just thought the title was appropriate. : )
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Those are indeed haunting and lovely. Though I am told people never used to smile in photos (not sure why) so maybe that man wasn’t sad after all.
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But where was the woman. He surely wouldn’t have gone to the expense of a photograph and left the wife and mother out.
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Your topic fascinated me. I have these photos too! Relatives in sepia tones. I have no idea who they are~
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It would be wonderful if you’d post some.
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They are crying out for a story. Write it!
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I collect old photos from antique shops and have found myself coming up with stories for them.
I really love the one from the cemetery. It shows how bedsteads were initially used-full of flowers.
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You know those flowers had to be from local yards, not shops. I often walked along with my elderly Cousin Kathleen to visit her husband’s grave. She picked wild flowers along the way and put them in a mason jar on his grave. I never saw anyone else do that.
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I collect vintage photos, Linda. They speak to me too. So many untold and forgotten stories.
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Aren’t they poignant
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And I think you are just the woman for the job!
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With a little help from friends.
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Well you have got your Mum for a start. I’m sure she will have some good ideas.
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So true!
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If they are calling out to you for a story, by golly….. I say give the ghosts what they came for.
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They are working on me!
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um, yes, haunted. gee, that looks creepy!
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Hauntingly beautiful.
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