I remember the photos of my great-grandmother and her twin. The photo sat on a shelf by Uncle Jack's chair in my grandparents' farmhouse. To a child, the photos and the faces in there were mysterious and maybe a little scary. The strange hair and serious expressions were hard to understand.
As I got older, I would look through my grandma's old photo albums. The nights were long when we visited the farm. No cable, kind of cold. I remember getting brave and asking to look though the photo albums. My grandma was happy to let me look. And I remember being being fascinated by the black and white collection mounted on black paper. Fancy dresses in wedding photos and formal portraits, as well as snapshots of children at play and families gathered. Few smiles but lots of photos.
And later, I learned that my grandma lost her mom at a young age, to appendicitis. Hulda Kramer only lived to be 40 years old. We know she painted and lived in Rockford, Illinois her whole life. Whenever someone in the family showed artistic ability, it was accredited to Hulda.. My mom now has the old albums that save the dozens of snapshots of my grandma as a young girl with her mother.
This photo of the woman in the fancy hat, my great-grandmother, may be the photo that originally sparked my curiosity about family photos and family history.