“It was fascinating the way children grew features, morphing in and out of their parents’ likenesses in genetic peakaboo.”
The Unfinished Work of Elizabeth D
Our dad died in November last year a few days before his 93rd birthday. He would have been 94 years old this year.
So 90 years ago (!) this picture was taken of him in on his 4th birthday (if I have counted the candles correctly).
Here is another one when I suppose he was about 1 year old.
Sometime in late summer of last year, my brother’s daughter gave birth to her second child, a boy.
This picture was from the invitation for his 1-year-old birthday party in September.
He has light hair and our dad did not, but aside from that, two of his great aunts (my sister and I) can really see a resemblance to our dad when he was that age. Or perhaps that is just what we want to see.
At any rate, it will be fascinating to see how his features morph as he grows – whether he will come to more and more resemble “our branch” of the tree or perhaps be a clever blend of all the different families that are in his genetic pool (and their gene pool is definitely interesting, including African ancestors, which is a topic for another time.)
We’ll just have to wait and see.
P.S. The sun has gone down here in south central Missouri on this Thanksgiving Day. I hope you all had a lovely day enjoying the company of friends or family, or both. We certainly did.