Above is my gramma’s family. They emigrated to the Midwest from Sweden. In the photo is her older sister, my great aunt. I never met her. My gramma’s mother died ten days after my gramma’s birth – puerperal fever, child-bed fever. My gramma’s father left her – a ten-day old infant – at an orphanage, took his older daughter and vanished.
This photo is in terrible shape but it’s very dear. It is the only photo in existence of my grandmother with her older sister – taken when her older sister came to meet her. She left her with her adoptive family. See below:
After my grandmother was adopted, the childless couple went on to have six natural children. However my grandmother didn’t learn she was adopted until after she’d married (at sixteen) and her older sister contacted her again. She also learned her father had abandoned two half-sisters in an orphanage in Ohio after their mother had died. She traveled to Ohio and brought them to live with her and her new husband.
Sorry, I was afraid to remove this photo from the glass. This great grandmother was descended from a chef for the Hungarian Royal Family. This is the only photo of her and this is all I know of her. She was my grampa’s mother.
One of the few photos of my mother’s father, my grampa. He died when my mother was a child.
Now I must get these preserved for posterity. Not that posterity will remember them, but it’s the least I can do.