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 My brother sent me this picture. He's been going through all the paper my mother had stashed away --an overwhelming amount that he had just put in storage. Lucky that he found it because had it been me it would be gone. He has unearthed quite a bit of family history that we really didn't know about growing up.

Anyway, the picture is of my father and my Uncle John. I am guessing my dad, on the right, is about five or six which would date this to 1916 or 17. Neither one loks particularly happy to be posing. I will be willing to bet they were scrubbed within an inch of their lives, dressed in the cowboy outfits and ordered to stay still and clean until the photographer showed up.

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  1. What a delightful treasure that picture is. Your Dad and mine would be about the same age.

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  2. What a sweet photo! Like Patti, your Dad was a similar age to mine - he was born in 1910.

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  3. That picture is precious. Good find by your brother.

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  4. Oh gosh! That is just so adorable. How wonderful that your brother sent that to you. I hope your brother will scan all these photos for your descendants.

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  5. That is a cute picture. The kids and usually adults always looked so serious in the photographs of that time. Your Dad and your uncle were serious about "cowboyin'".

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  6. Back then, very few people smiled for the camera. Everybody looked very solemn. But, that is a cute photo of your father, something to cherish.

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  7. I feel badly for kids because what will they have show others of their lives? Their phones? I love my photos and looking back and laughing at our clothes, our hair, how old my grandmother looked but she was only 45. I still like photos in my hand the best!

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