Roots
This is a picture of my Grandfather and Grandmother Matthews. They both died before I was born. They were born, lived and died in the Western Carolina Mountains -- the Blue Ridge. One side of my ancestry is rooted in those mountains. I guess that makes me half-hillbilly. This picture proves it!
UPDATE: The look on my grandfather's face is the "Matthews male look." My dad had it. My brothers have it. I have it. On the outside we are scowling -- but it doesn't mean anything. Heck, we might like look mad but be humming "What a Wonderful World in Our Minds!" Ha!
9 comments:
Them Hillbilly roots are strong cuz. That's a great photo. I love those old ones where all the old men have their shirts buttoned all the way up - and not many smiles either.
I'm struck by how alike they look. I'm convinced that this comes from a lifetime of sharing the same experiences, looking at each other more than anyone else, and mirroring each other's facial expressions.
Yeah -- and they are probably distant kinfolk. You know, the mountains and all that. ;-)
My dad has a first cousin from both sides. My grandpa's sister married my grandma's brother and voila --- first cousin on both sides. There are definitely parts of my family tree that do not branch! Heh!
Oh my, you know my family tree branches - BUT, then it comes back together when you go back far enough. Ha! Creeches everywhere!
Isn't being "half-hillbilly" sort of like being "a little pregnant?" :-)
Peter, I was trying not to go there... ;)
Sorry. Couldn't resist.
Wonderful photos! That salt of the earth quality is evident in your fine preaching, Fr. Peter!
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