The faces of my ancestors

Last week I cleaned out my email inbox, taking care of several tasks and replying to several messages that I had been putting off, some for nearly a year.

One of the oldest emails in my inbox was a lead on some genealogical fact I was chasing down on my great-great-great-great grandparents.

I finally sent the email last week, and while sadly I didn't find the information I was looking for, my gracious fifth cousin (or something like that, who's counting?) sent me some photos.

Here is the copy of one photo that I already had:

Here is the new copy I received:

I'm guessing this photo is from about 1905.

Here is another photo of the same family, from 1902, which I hadn't seen before.

I'm glad to be able to see the faces of my ancestors more clearly. This is the family that I have done the most research on, and it means a lot to me to be able to see what they looked like.


  1. Its so fun to put the pieces of our past together isn't it?

  2. All the girls look alike!

    I wish I could go back that far, but sadly can't even seem to get information about my great-grandparents. My grandparents were all immigrants and seemed to leave a lot of info behind. My culture is very secretive about everything, too.

    1. Getting across the ocean is really hard! Have you ever looked at familysearch.org? You can type in names, and I usually find lots of useful stuff. They have all the U.S. censuses up to 1940 there now, and other records too. I notice they don't have anything from Greece though.

    2. Well, I can say this: My mother did find a lot of immigration records from Ellis Island on her dad, my grandfather. The story that we are all told is that he came here when he was about 17 or 18. He lived here for about 14 years before he returned to Greece to "find a wife". He stayed in Greece and courted my grandmother and they got married and had their first child there. Then, they came to America together with the baby who was a few months old. My grandmother was about 19 or 20 and my grandfather was in his 30's. My grandfather was already almost 50 by the time my mom was born. Well, my mom found the Ellis island records of his first immigration when he was a teenager, and it lists him as married. My mother insists this is blasphemy! In her eyes, all these ancestry websites are hogwash! No way was my grandfather married before he married my grandmother. I just snicker, and think well- it's very possible. Why else would he wait 14 years to "find a wife"? Like I said, my culture is VERY secretive about everything. Even when someone dies, sometimes family members are not told for almost a month. It's sad. I wonder if maybe I have even more aunts, uncles, and cousins out there than I thought lol.

    3. That's an interesting story. It's funny the facts you unearth when you do a little research. I have also found things that are wrong, though, so I always try to find multiple sources for verification. A lot of records are wildly inaccurate, and immigration records can be really bad (perhaps because the people don't speak English?).

  3. How wonderful to have these photos.. Loved looking at them..Thankyou for sharing.

  4. What fun! My past is so sketchy. My grandma had me researching her dad, and his name is William Henry Ford, or Henry William Ford, depending on which census list you find. He died when she was young so she really doesn't know any more. But I'm sure you can imagine the difficulty of tracking down someone with Henry Ford in their name. I did a much better job of tracking the women Hannah's daughters.