No. My closest relative is the woman at the far left, who was my grandmother’s oldest (but still younger) sister. That is, of my GGM’s 8-or-so children, my GM (who had died the year before this photo) was the oldest, and the woman at the far left is the next oldest. My GGM is 98 in this photo. My GM’s line was much less fecund, having produced only five generations at the time of this photo (and the next generation not occurring for about another decade).
He looks a bit like James Whitmore.
Here’s my dad . This would have been taken in 1942 or thereabouts. I think he would have been a nice-looking woman.
This is one of my great-great grandfathers (on the right), along with his sons. The fourth from the left was my great-grandfather.
In the lower photo on that same page, the tallest kneeling child was my grandmother.
This was my maternal grandmother as a young woman. By age 13 she had lived on three continents.
This and this were her paternal grandparents. He was a good friend of Rev. Frank Kilvert back in Victorian times; Kilvert’s Diary,in which these folks are mentioned often, surfaced in England 70 years later. (Thus the first part of my username.)
Hm. I never thought of that. The photo was taken in 1965. When I show people pictures of my dad, many times they think it’s me!
Your dad’s a hansom guy.
Here are a few of mine. The first four are ancestors, the rest are just photos posted for other reasons. None of the animals are related to me.
During the Canadian Centennial, just about every small town in Canada got a grant to write local histories and just a few years ago, they compiled these histories online at: http://www.ourroots.ca/
There are also some great general histories, histories of schools and hospitals, it is just amazing what you can find on that site!
Goodness, Mr. Saunders had quite a necktie didn’t he?
And what a shame about Mrs. Gray! 
What happened afterward is what gives genealogists gray hair. Her husband couldn’t cope with a houseful of children without a mother, so he farmed them all out to relatives and friends and decamped for northern Ohio. He eventually remarried and had another passle of children. Connecting the two families was one of the biggest roadblocks I had to overcome.
That’s interesting - the guy up there in my photo, his wife died shortly after the birth of his youngest daughter (my grandma’s sister). So he packed them all off to an orphanage.
Later when grandma was about 12 or 13 he remarried and got them back from the orphanage. Grandma was pissed off at him, and stayed that way. She went on 3 dates with my Grandpa; decided he was The One; ran off and got married when she was 18. Didn’t even bother to tell her Dad.
ETA: Speaking of geneaolgy dead ends - my daughter has one relative who was a Choctaw Indian. He was ‘found in the bushes’ and raised by a white family. He never told anyone his Indian name. If he had, we could have looked him up in the Tribal Records.
Chefguy and NinetyWt: both fascinating stories. Thanks for sharing.
I love old photos.
Which is why my relatives dumped all theirs with me, so I have tons going back to tintypes and ambrotypes. No one knows who most of the oldest are anymore though, kinda sad.
I only have a few scanned, quality’s not great. My maternal grandmother some time in the 1920s. About thirty years later. My grandmother’s on the car hood and grandfather is the nut holding her feet. He was the mischievous one in the family by all accounts. The lady in the dark dress is grandmother’s sister. The woman on the far left is my mother who passed away a few months ago. She was lovely and quite the fashion plate. I inherited none of that unfortunately.
A very distant cousin of mine has a genealogy page for the Tillotsons. I have a different surname, as my father’s mother descended from this line.
Photos and links to histories and photos here.
Here’s the capper: my great-great grandmother didn’t die right away from the blow to the head. And she was pregnant. Before expiring, she gave birth to the child who was to become my great grandmother. Now that’s a fateful event (for me, anyway).
So, do you have that geeky hotness going for yourself? 
Urk. Yeah I guess.
Not a great pic, but one of mine. The gentlemman in the upper left hand corner is my great grandfather.
My g-g-grandfather in his GAR uniform is posted here. I have no clue who the people who sent the info in are (seems Stephen Nathan is distantly related), but I have that original picture in a frame. And the medals he’s wearing, as well as his sidearm, buckle, spurs, etc.
I also have the original documents discussed on this page - they’re typed on legal sized onion-skin paper. We had them photocopied and sent to the historian linked on that page to determine their accuracy (not very), and also sent a copy to the Jewish War Veterans, as Isidore was one of the founders.
Interesting how often the name Isadore (Isidore) pops up in ancestral stuff. Besides having an Isadore, our family also had a Christadore (sometimes called Christy Dory).
And after going to see my dad last night, I found out her mother was Polly Dawn Raincrow (also known apparently by a LOT of other names) and that her father was Norther Cherokee Minor Chief Joseph Raincrow, and that Polly Dawn was orphaned on the Trail of Tears. Huh.
Is that Polly in the bottom right of that photo, then?