then why can't I paint you? The world will never know, the you I've come to know...........
No, don't worry, I've not gone totally mad!
I am just thinking about our family photographs and what we do with them. I normally, if I think of it, write on the back, in soft pencil, the name, dates and details of the person concerned.
I have this lovely picture of my great, great, great grandmother, Lydia. She was a wonderful lady, in my mind anyway.
Born in 1812 and married in 1831. She had her first child in 1832, lost her husband in the same year and re-married in 1834. From her second marriage, she added another twelve children to her family, though two died as infants. Her second husband died in 1868 and she went on to live to the very end of the century, laid to rest on the 29th December 1899.
Her photograph shows me an elderly lady, but I know a lot more about this face that looks at me from the C19th. I know her descendants have spread all over this world. They live in Canada, Australia, France and my Mum, her great great granddaughter, still lives in the village that she called home for her entire life.
There is no marker to where she was laid to rest, but her genes live on, who needs a memorial, I'm her memorial!
Glynn
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