Beautiful picture.

It’s a beautiful photo. And you’ve never seen his picture? how nice to have this one, when they are so young, just starting out, full of hope.

How wonderful!!

NEVER seen him

That’s a *great* picture! I’m glad that you finally have it.

I know the emotion that you feel when looking at it. Several years ago I was contacted by a guy who said he was related on my father’s side. As ”proof,” he sent a scan of a letter that my grandmother wrote to his great-grandmother. I recognized the handwriting immediately. And he also sent photos of my great-grandparents (my father’s father’s parents). I grew up knowing their names, but I had never before seen pictures of them. I immediately burst into tears when I saw them. Oh, how I wish I had met them! But they lived their entire lives in a little village in Italy.

Handsome he was. One of my favorite things about old photos is what they are wearing.

It's a lovely reminder of people that made us who we are. I've never seen or heard about my fathers mother or father. My father ran away from home at age 14 to dodge "being a Jew".

How very special! Ive been goi g through zillions of old family photos and seeing a number of people for the first time. Ive been adding the pictures to my Ancestry tree. Its wonderful how people had lovely formal pictures taken, with beautiful clothes and nice hairdos. No one was even middle class in my family until the last couple generations.

Whats really interesting to my is that my greatgrandfather, grandfather and brother are practically clones of each other. Wish i could sit and talk to these people.

Very handsome guy with interesting hair! She has great legs. They look so happy.

There used to be street photographers who would stop couples and ask if they wanted a picture made. My husband has one of his father and mother just after they were married. You paid the fee and the photographer mailed you the picture.

Your grandmother was a looker! I like the way he's leaning toward her with that happy smile, 'claiming' her in front of all the world.

I have had the same emotional gasp when seeing photos of ancestors. I have an early 19th century photo of one GGGrandmother and her identical twin sister, both covered from head to toe (and beneath hats) in the yards of clothing of the era -- only their faces showing. I'm sure it was an early, long exposure film.

Do you want to share how the photo turned up?

To me, he's the looker!

Great photo - does it have a date on it?

I have photos of all four great grandparents on my father's side and of three on my mother's side. My father's great grandparents on his father's side had oil portraits of them painted before they left Prussia in the mid nineteenth Century (around 1843), and these were hung in my parents' house when I was growing up. We had other family portraits as well. To me, these were a bit creepy when I was a child. My great-grandfather had his portrait painted as well, but someone else has this. Several other remote ancestors of my father's had portraits painted, and I have seen them online. These were on his father's mother's side and were English/Anglo.

Ancestors on my father's side did not have hard lives (although they may have made others' lives hard), but some on my mother's side may have - I know less about those ancestors. My mother's grandparents on her mother's side were immigrants from Germany, and her mother did not learn English until she was seven. Her grandfather was a furniture maker, and I have some pieces that he made. He died in 1942 at 89, but his wife died about 20 years earlier, and so my mother never knew her.

My father's in very poor health. We make it a point to see each other once or twice a month. The other day he brought me paperwork that showed my lineage on his side, and a copy of a copy of a copy of pictures of his father. I assume he's just trying to tell me everything he can tell me before he leaves this Earth.

Bub died when my father was 13. Daddy told me to ask my aunt for the originals, and I'm sure he meant "some time", but she lives in another state so I asked her if she had anything she could send me. That is a digital copy of what she has in her possession. She's actually an historian. She likes old furniture and sews clothing people wore many decades ago. I'm sure we'll see each other in person at some point and I will actually hold the pictures.

My paternal grandfather was a mystery - he abandoned the family when my father was about 8 years old; when the depression came, and my grandmother was struggling, grandfather's father refused to help. So, that whole side of the family was nearly non-existent to me - I only learned names as an adult.

When I became interested in tracing my genealogy (started with my mother's side), I eventually turned to figuring out that grandfather's family. I had never seen a photo of him - would you believe that in my searches I found one of him, a school photo, at about age 13, in the archives of the Western Reserve Historical society? My father looked just like him at the same age, and my cousin has a specific facial feature that they share, so no question that I had the right photo.

Dont think I’ve ever seen a pic of my fathers father he died very young and i doubt the family even owned a camera They were dirt poor

Old family photos can be so wonderful, can't they?

My father's grandparents died in London - in the flu epidemic, I believe - and left a bunch of kids, who were taken in by various orphanages, and my grandpa came over here in his 20s, then sent for his wife when he was established, and was followed by 2 sisters and a brother. We do have a couple of studio photos of his parents I believe.

My mom's Lithuanian family is the one that has hardly any old photos - they were coal miners in PA before moving to WI. I have one blurry digital copy of a photo of my maternal great grandparents.

I have the only existing picture of my grandfather. It is a cabinet photograph of the family, taken soon after they arrived in America. They traveled from Ukraine, and they couldn't get into the country because of quotas. They went to Cuba, became Cuban citizens and were able to enter the country that way, in the mid-1920's. He died in a terrible industrial accident soon afterwards, but not before going to night school and becoming a proud citizen. I keep the photo on my piano.

It's crazy to think how hard it is to find photos from so long ago, isn't it?

We rather take that for granted. I'm just glad I finally got to see his face ❣️

Great question Lars!

I will talk to her and find out.

Judging by the clothing, I'm guessing 1920s...?

My aunt tells me it was taken in 1929. Officially.