Generations of my family enjoyed these falls. As kids I remember climbing up them, under them, and around them. My Mom and her sibs did the same before us...what great memories. Mom took the photo above with her little Brownie camera. I love the deckled edges of these old photos.
A few months ago I had the privilege of finally meeting the oldest living member of my family. George Nichols, aka 'Cousin George'. He being the taker of many beautiful black and white photos through the years. We never seemed to live in the same place, so for over fifty years he was just stories and pictures to me. Then I met him, this silver haired [of course, this is my family I'm talking about] happy go lucky man and his wonderful friend Roberta. They'd driven all the way to Florida from Illinois to go birding. Impressive binoculars and camera at the ready. His silver head was a mass of curls and his eyes sparkled as he regaled us with a story of his enlistment into the service.
So today, I am feeling sad as we have lost this amazing person, though ever so grateful for having known him and of having the privilege to have met him as well.
Perseverance pays off.
Living close to family has many benefits.
I.e. boxes of photos to dig through.
George Nichols fondly known around here as
He will be missed.