I never knew my grandmother Ethel Ruth. She died of cancer shortly after I was born. All the same, I have always felt a strong connection to her. Very few photos of her exist, a combination of a family too poor for too much photo taking and the fact she was usually the one behind the camera. Recently I asked Mom to scour the photo albums and send me what she could find. These three photos are the ones I remembered best and which come to mind first when I think about Ethel Ruth.
John Ray and Ethel Ruth during the Great Depression:

John Ray and Ethel Ruth during better times in the 50′s:

John Ray and Ethel Ruth shortly before she died at age 45 in 1965:

I love old photographs especially black and white ones and even more so when they’re pictures of loved ones. I never knew one of my Grandfathers but I learned a lot about him through my Grandmothers old photographs. :heart:
I totally love old photos. Even when I don’t know the people in them. My favorite of these three is the top one. They didn’t know they were being photographed and were just walking down the street going about their day and holding hands.