Smile for the Camera - Give Their Face a Place

For the women's history month Smile for the Camera, "Give Their Face a Place," I wanted to show the family resemblance of the Passel line.  I would love to know how far this goes back, as it is amazing to see yourself in photos of your ancestors.  Beginning at the top is my great-great-great grandmother Sophia Passel Gress, her daughter Carolyn Gress Williams (my gg aunt), her niece Vera Gress Whitehead (my g grandmother), her daughter Marlyn (my grandmother), her daughter Holly (my aunt) and me.  Can you see it?

Smile for the Camera - Valentine

My Valentine and I right after we got engaged.

They Worked Hard for the Family

This is a photo of my great-grandfather William Herbert Whitehead, located in the back corner, when he worked for Socony Mobil "The Flying Red Horse" on Elk Street in Buffalo. He was the head clerk for payroll there, hence the nice corner desk:-) I believe this photo was taken in the 1950's. If anyone has relatives in the photo, please let me know so I can give you a copy. It is courtesy of my grandmother.

The wild tricycle ride

The word prompt for the 11th Edition of Smile For The Camera is brothers & sisters. Were they battling brothers, shy little sisters, or was it brother & sister against the world? Our ancestors often had only their siblings for company. Were they best friends or not? Show us that picture that you found with your family photographs or in your collection that shows your rendition of brothers & sisters. Bring them to the carnival and share.

My entry for this Smile for the Camera is not of an ancestor, but of my sister and I.  It is one of my favorite photos of us.  It is dated 1985, which makes me about 4 and my sister about 2.  When we were little our house had a basement and I would pull her round and round on her wagon which was attached to my tricycle.  Christina, my sister, loves telling people about this. According to her, she would sometimes tip over (my mother confirms this) and it was quite tramatic.  Her big question though, is who is stupider, my pulling her all around or her for always getting back in? 

For my 18th birthday, Chris gave me a collage of pictures of the two of us, which surrounded the following poem she had found (author unknown to me):

My sister shares a part of my that no one else shall ever see.

And when the days and miles divide us...

the bond we have shall live inside us.

Together sharing dreams, love and laughter~

My sister for always, my friend... forever after.