Ruth's Genealogy

“And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.”

In an effort to get my feeble mind off the 2008 Genea-Blogger Group Games, I have decided to post an entry for Smile For The Camera:

The 4th Edition of Smile For The Camera takes its word prompt from the Ace of Hearts. What photograph do you consider “My Favorite Photograph,” the one that has won your heart. Choose a photograph of an ancestor, relative, yourself, or an orphan photograph that is your favorite family photo or that photograph you’ve collected and wouldn’t give up for a King’s ransom. Is it the only photograph of an ancestor, is it funny, poignant, or very rare? My favorite photograph is the first one I ever collected. What’s yours? Share it with us! Then get back out in the summer sun. Your submission may include as many or as few words as you feel are necessary to describe your treasured photograph. Those words may be in the form of an expressive comment, a quote, a journal entry, a poem (your own or a favorite), a scrapbook page, or a heartfelt article. The choice is yours!

The Games isn’t the only reason, of course. I have been wanting to participate in Smile For The Camera, just haven’t had the time…

My favoritest photo is this:

This is a photgraph of my now 92-year-old grandmother, my great-grandfather Charles Arthur Rogers, and my aunt.

Charles Arthur Rogers (12 Apr 1870-17 Dec 1942) and Mary Tennessee Turner were married in 1912 and my grandmother was born in 1916, so Charles and Mary were “older” parents. Charles was 46 years old when my grandmother was born.

In this photo, my aunt looks to be about 4-5 years old. She was born in 1938 and Charles died in Dec 1942. In this photo, my aunt is wearing a coat and hat, which in Texas usually means it’s at least November. So the time for this photo was most likely Nov-Dec 1942, only weeks or days before Charles died. Now my grandmother has told me that her father had “heart problems”, so he may have been sick before he died. So this may be the last photograph ever taken of my great-grandfather Charles Arthur Rogers.

To me, this image is so poignant, it almost brings tears to my eyes. It seems to me that by the expressions on the faces of my grandmother and great-grandfather, that they both knew the end was near.


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