Before my uncle Eldie died, he and I went thru the box of family photos that had been left in my grandparent's house. He was able to identify some, but not all. I put yellow stickies on the back of the pictures with possible names. These are a few I scanned to take to Hampton to use in my projects. They are priceless to me. So often I step into an antique store and see boxes and boxes of old photos for sale. I saw hundreds in Warrenton as well. Many look just like these. I pick them up and wonder who's are these? Who are these mothers, fathers, sisters, and brothers? No one will ever know. I wish I could have gotten better names on mine before Eldie had gone into the nursing home. By this time his memory was not as sharp as it had been for so many years. He was the family historian. He knew and remembered way more than my Dad. This due mainly to the fact that my Dad was born 13 years after my uncle Eldie.
The only picture I can definately identify in the mosaic, is the top left, because it is my dad's sister and brothers: Aunt Lorena, Uncle Eldie and Uncle Edmund. The handsome fellow in the bottom picture is my dad, Cleo. He has the clearest blue eyes you have ever seen.