Having a few days off between dental difficulties and holidays, I've been putting some family photos on disc as part of the "Family Tree" preservation project. You know the one. That tome I'll finish when I'm 100 years old and the young nephew is closing in on grandpa status. Maybe with a good pair of glasses, he'll still be able to read it.
Mom always joked that I wasn't born, I was cloned. I'm like her in many ways, with features favoring her paternal side. Well, except for height. I tend to be closer to Memaw on that one. In fact, she was the only relative over the age of 10 that I was ever taller than as she was a towering 4'11". Her maternal side is where the Irish genes come in, but that's another story.
No, today's story is about Grandma's "paternal" side. I've realized in looking at photos this week, she favored her mother, with a nose that seems to illustrate those maternal French Huguenot roots. But it was the men in her life that caught my attention. Except for the style of dress, her paternal grandfather, father and brother look like the same man.
The first man is her Grandfather, Thomas and the second is her Father, Joseph
Even as they age, these men still all look alike! In photo after photo, the mustache stays, as does a head filled with thick, white hair. [Darn, didn't get THAT gene!] From what I've learned they shared the same temperament as well; calm, soft spoken yet tough as nails when needed.
I tease my cousin Claude Jr. that there's really no need to take pictures of him. In fact I have one right now that will show him exactly what he'll look like when he's 75.
but for my Cuz, in a few years it'll be just like looking in a mirror.