Mail Delivery
There are so many of the very old photos in the boxes with nothing written on back. I know that, except for a few clearly marked, they come from my maternal family. I didn't know any of these photos existed until my mother died, so I never had an opportunity to ask. I come from a fractured family. I barely knew my paternal side, never meeting some of my father's siblings. I knew my maternal grandma, thankfully, but any contact I'd had with anyone else ended when I was around ten.
I know personality disorders are difficult to understand. Believe me, I've heard it all, but folks -- they are real and not all that rare. There is no need to look farther than DC to see many and one in particular.
One thing I know for certain and have the evidence to prove it. My ancestors really liked their camera!
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Horse-drawn wagons were the staple of our Nation, so many people don't realize that! Thanks for Posting, I'm always intrigued by the history of yesteryear.
That US mail coach is a keeper. I've never understood why some people hold family so sacred, considering the degree of dysfunction in a lot of them. I never knew any of my father's side of the family, didn't even know he had multiple siblings in our town! I think it was my moms doing, who knows why.
Our mail deliveries are now so slow (they can take anything up to a week) that a horse drawn service might even be quicker!
My mother told me a lot and wrote on photos and in her album. It's quite a treasure.
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