By John R. Greenwood
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Here is another wonderful example.
I had posted a link to a slideshow of family photos on a site called Greenfield Remembered. A comment appeared shortly after. A woman said one of the photos caught her attention. She was certain the women on the left was her mother Emily. Her mother Emily's family lived a short distance from my grandparents. She knew her mother was a friend of my aunt Millie. I knew the women on the right was my aunt but I never did know who the other woman was. Most of the photos my mother passed down had no names on the backs. I loved this photo because of the sheer joy it exuded. There was such happiness in their faces. They were young and probably celebrating a special occasion.

I began searching again-as I am prone to do. I figured if they were friends and neighbors, I might just uncover another photo of the two of them. As I carefully sorted through to the bottom of the pile, I recognized a couple of now recognizable faces.

The photograph had lead me from Greenfield Center all the way back to Congress Park in Saratoga, and it all started with a little search for a sign from Clem...
What a great story John.Finding your family history is the best research one can undertake !!
ReplyDeleteWhat a twisted and wonderful journey. Diane
ReplyDeleteThis sure is fascinating finds that you are unraveling! -- barbara
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