Lets talk about these photos.
I’ve lived with my Grandpa my entire life. He’s your classic baby boomer, born in 1948 when my Great Grandpa got back from his time over seas. They had 12 kids all together, my grandpa is the eldest and quit school when he was 1o to start work.
He never talked about what it was like when he was growing up (even though I asked and asked). I would get short answers and could tell he wanted to leave the past in the past.
It was when my great aunt Rosalie Luella passed away that my Grandpa dug out the Death Box.
YES THE DEATH BOX
Its a large metal box with locks and this is where we keep all of the personal belongings or photos of someone who passes. Its been in my Grandpas room forEVER and I’m not allowed to look in it. So naturally, when my Grandpa went to bowling that night, I looked in it. To my surprise I found over 500 old negatives of my family, hundreds of photos, wallets, Military awards, obituaries, reading glasses and plenty of other things. It was the most amazing thing I have ever come a
cross, and started giving me a sense of my own family history.
SO I STOLE THE NEGATIVES BEFORE MY GRANDPA GOT BACK.
Gave them to a good friend of mine to scan and enhance all of the photos for me. Now I have all of them on a USB key and can really start putting my family history together.