A few weeks ago, while helping my eldest daughter with her ancestor project, I re-discovered an old photo album.  The album had belonged to my mom, and contained photos of my parents and paternal grandparents during the late 1960’s and early 70’s. Also inside, much to my daughter’s delight,  we discovered a few of my baby pictures!

For reasons that are too complicated to explain here, (but would make an excellent Lifetime Movie), I have very few keepsakes or photos from my childhood. Both my parents passed away before my girls could meet them, and my brother and his family are an ocean away, back home in the UK.  My husband’s large family, though scattered throughout the country, are a tight-knit group who warmly welcomed me into the pride. My daughters have met everyone several times and are very fond of their “cousins”.  My family, however, remains a mysterious blank.

In order to preserve what little family history I have, I decided to digitize all the photographs that I could find.  In the spirit of the holiday season, I thought that I would share a few photographs of my very young childhood, recovered from the mists of time…and misplaced boxes…

The pictures are in a sort-of-chronological order, so click the first one to view the gallery: