Forgotten lives

I love old photographs. I look at the faces of the people in them, and their surroundings, and I wonder what life must’ve been like for them. What kinds of hardships did they endure? What secrets did they hide? What brought them joy? What made them afraid?

A while back I rescued a box of them from being tossed. They belonged to my now-deceased grandmother and most of them were taken between the ’20s and the ’40s. I’m not sure who the people are in the following pics, but these are a few that stood out to me:

Two hard-working guys pausing to pose for a pic. There’s so much character in their faces, and I love the “Shelby Lumber Company” apron. This was taken in Shelbyville, Indiana. Date unknown. I spent a lot of time in Shelbyville growing up, and it was one of those quintessential little picturesque American small towns of old, like Hill Valley in Back to the Future. I haven’t been back since the early ’90s, and I desperately hope it’s still like that and not totally cranked out.

Look at this lovely old couple. They were adults in the 1800s. That’s a trip. I bet this is their first time on the internet. I doubt anyone alive could identify them, but they mattered to a great many people at one point in time, I’ll bet.

This appears to be a father with his son, date unknown. Dad seems either mildly amused by something, or anxious. I wonder which, and why?

Check out this kid with his creepy ape doll. This could be my uncle, but I’m not sure. There’s nothing written on the back.

Life flashes by in the blink of an eye–you’re born, you live, you struggle, you die. Some are remembered, but most fade away–the important thing is that we live for today…

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