old PhotographsI have been going through some of those packed-away boxes we all keep stored and hidden on the top shelf of a closet. Some day, we tell ourselves, we will go through them and get them all organized…but that never seems to happen. One of my boxes contains a treasure-trove of vintage pictures of my family ancestors.  But it is a bitter-sweet photo collection because an overwhelming number of them are of people I assume are relatives, but I cannot confirm that. Why? Because the pictures are not labeled.  There is nothing more frustrating than having a picture of someone you pretty much know is a past member of your family but you cannot identfy the person.  Anyway, I picked a few and scanned them to share with you on this posting.  These are all from my father’s side of the family whose roots are planted in the Baltimore area of Maryland. Now, of course, I do not expect you to have any interest in my dearly departed, but the  pictures themselves, I think, are interesting and they illustrate their vintage lifestyle, fashion and pure quirkiness.  Case in point…


Now this picture speaks for itself. Trouble is, I am not sure what it is saying. If a photograph ever screamed for an explanation to be written on its back, this is it. And is that a stagecoach behind her?

Fortunately, there are more “normal” ladies among my ancestors. Here are a bunch. It’s a shame I do now know who among them is related. There is one non-conformists, that’s nice to see. She’s the one on the steps, NOT wearing a white dress.


I have to assume my ancestors weren’t filthy rich–at least I’ve never seen any sums of money handed down the inheritance trail. But, they certainly had enough to buy cars …


And how’s this for the family digs–I’m guessing this place was owned by someone on my family tree. It almost looks “southern plantation-like,” but I don’t remember ever sleeping there or picking magnolia blossoms off the tree. I do like the porch, however, and I am sure my thinking chair would fit in well.



Every time I talked about researching the family’s history, I  distinctly remember my father telling me not to bother.  He said all I would find would be horse thieves.  I always thought he was joking until I found this among the pictures…you don’t think?

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Now, when it comes to my collection of old family photographs, it goes without saying that my most treasured picture is one that is actually identified. I have shown it before here on my blog. It’s a real hoot! My father’s Aunt May was a fill-in “train caller” during World War I.  Here she stands in full uniform, stoutly illustrating the family traits of, ah, how do I say this discretely…the proud and the not-so beautiful. Forgive me Aunt May, but I do treasure your picture regardless.



About Marc Kuhn

I am a retired radio exec. I've worked at major stations in Philadelphia, Washington, D.C. and Miami. That was then. This is now: I've published seven books and this blog thingy. Need to know more? Really? Okay, I bare/bear all at The other links are for the websites of each of the books I've written. I've been busy! Hope you'll stop by and check them out. Thanks for your interest!
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  1. rcarmean says:

    The porch reminds me of the veranda on the hotel in Cooperstown, NY –ie, the place of Baseball’s Hall of Fame. The Hotel was the finest place we’ve ever stayed. It and the Hall are worth the trip, especially if you love baseball.


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