People start sending you old pictures for you to help identify.
Couple of days ago, Grouch Attack got a picture on her phone from one of my cousins who's doing some family history stuff. No date, background, or other context beyond two young men in work clothes and straw hats. One is unmistakably my Dad but the other's face is shaded and the pic is faded. Is it my Uncle(the questioning person's Dad) or someone else? I guesstimated it is my Uncle but not THAT Uncle after using a magnifying glass and strong light. Talking to my "Pseudo Son" (his Sister is the one with the pic) yesterday, we scraped enough family history together aided by my marginal computer search skills to determine that my original guesstimate was the most likely answer.
Since neither of my surviving aunts retain full mental capacity, I have become by default, the "go to guy" of the family. I've been the oldest male carrying the surname for almost 2 decades and by family custom, I'm consulted for things like family re-unions and such. This position will pass to Tom as he's the oldest Son of the oldest Son etc. There are many cousins older than myself but that "oldest Son" thing takes precedence (or used to).
In the old days, my Grandfather (and his Father before him) sat at the head of any family table where he ate. At family re-unions, everyone acknowledged him first as they entered and last as they left. This doesn't happen anymore but I can generally expect to be greeted by every family member at any family function I attend. The Mothers bring the babies by for a look and the girls (usually) drag any beaus past for an introduction.
I doubt this tradition survives much longer which is sad. Not unexpected in a time when folks send their DNA off to tell them who their ancestors were.
Couple of days ago, Grouch Attack got a picture on her phone from one of my cousins who's doing some family history stuff. No date, background, or other context beyond two young men in work clothes and straw hats. One is unmistakably my Dad but the other's face is shaded and the pic is faded. Is it my Uncle(the questioning person's Dad) or someone else? I guesstimated it is my Uncle but not THAT Uncle after using a magnifying glass and strong light. Talking to my "Pseudo Son" (his Sister is the one with the pic) yesterday, we scraped enough family history together aided by my marginal computer search skills to determine that my original guesstimate was the most likely answer.
Since neither of my surviving aunts retain full mental capacity, I have become by default, the "go to guy" of the family. I've been the oldest male carrying the surname for almost 2 decades and by family custom, I'm consulted for things like family re-unions and such. This position will pass to Tom as he's the oldest Son of the oldest Son etc. There are many cousins older than myself but that "oldest Son" thing takes precedence (or used to).
In the old days, my Grandfather (and his Father before him) sat at the head of any family table where he ate. At family re-unions, everyone acknowledged him first as they entered and last as they left. This doesn't happen anymore but I can generally expect to be greeted by every family member at any family function I attend. The Mothers bring the babies by for a look and the girls (usually) drag any beaus past for an introduction.
I doubt this tradition survives much longer which is sad. Not unexpected in a time when folks send their DNA off to tell them who their ancestors were.