Photography became popular and accessible to many during the Civil War. Letters to soldiers usually included a request for a portrait which the soldiers usually complied. These photos were treasures, the next best things to having the real person back at home with their loved ones.
And those photos are even more precious today because they are hard to find. I have been blessed to have some photographs from the late 19th and early 20th century but I want more.
Yes, I love a good story. I have been fascinated by the written word from the moment my father walked me, a precocious seven year old, to the local library branch to get my first library card. Yet, I must concur that a picture is worth a 1,000 words. Stories of long-gone ancestors are wonderful but a photo is glorious. Looking into the eyes of a past ancestors and relatives, marking their stance and demeanor, observing the details of fashions from another era, takes one's perception of those individuals to a level not obtained by mere vital statistics. For me, old photos are time machines that captures the past where words may fail.
So I hunt for old photographs, beg relatives who profess to hoard them, take as many photos as I can for future generations. And I share. Because not only do we take more photos now than ever, we have the technology to scan and post our treasures for all to see.
|Columbus and Narcissa Alexanders, my paternal great grandparents|
|Fred and Posie Warren, my maternal grandparents|
|Solomon Koonce, born 1826, and family. He is my 3 x great-grandfather on my mother's side|
|Narcissa Wallace Alexander, my paternal great grandmother|
|Narcissa's mother, Cinderella Wallace|
|My maternal great grandmother Lizzie Brassfield Koonce and her sister Cora Brassfield.|