My grandmother nursing. (I love this image of Motherhood)
My Mothers father was a professional photographer way back when. I was told he photographed people while they made their way across Canada from the east to the west. Sadly though while he was driving through the mountains of BC he had a car accident which caused a head injury whereupon he had to be institutionalized some time after that, leaving my grandmother (who traveled by train) to raise ten children on her own. My mother was about three years of age at that time, so she never knew her father.
I found these three large old negatives amongst the ones that my daughter rescued, They are too large for my negative scanner so I placed them on the bed, scanned and hoped for the best. Though the tops and bottom of the image is cropped by the scan it captured the main focus area.
Grandma and the first five?
I have no clue as to where this is taken.
Grandfather.
Its strange to go through old negatives and realize that there is so much that was unspoken, not told regarding family history and heritage. I know some people can trace lineage way back which I believe gives one a sense of who they are, yet I was always told "let sleeping dogs lie" Information was never forthcoming so after awhile I gave up asking, yet I have never given up wondering.
