It has always been a mystery as to who Silas looks like. Aside from Mike’s blue eyes and blood type, Poppy is my little clone. I thought for sure Silas had Mike’s lips, nose and eye colour, but something nagged at us still. He seems to remind everyone of a beloved family member. Mike’s mom sees her father, Mike’s father’s father, and Mike’s brother, my aunt sees my Aunt Laura who passed away at the age of 19, some say he looks like me, others say he is all Mike. And then there is that little playful twinkle in his eye and a crooked little grin that reminded me of my own grandfather when he was teasing you.
When we were visiting my dad and step mom this past weekend, dad brought out an album Gramma had started making before she passed away in 2009. It began with pictures of my dad as a baby; their first born. I had never seen baby pictures of my dad before, but it took only a second to solve the mystery of who Silas looks like. Uncanny really. My mind has been blown. How is it possible that Mike and I made the same baby as my grandparents did back in 1953? Genetics are wild and wonderful things aren’t they?
I love looking at old photos of our families and hearing the tales of triumph and hardship. I love this picture of my grandparents with my very young father. I wonder where they were or where they were going. A wedding perhaps. I wonder what that park with the large anchor in it looks like today. Gramma was very likely pregnant with my Aunt; perhaps she didn’t even know yet. They are so young and dapper, though they remained quite dapper all the way through their lives.
They were so unaware of the hardships and joys that were coming their way. They had just come to Canada from Croatia after the second world war and likely thought the worst was behind them, and the best in front of them. Isn’t it interesting to see these influential people frozen in time at the same season of your own life? I cant’t help but wonder how our own little lives will unfold and what joys and hardships it will hold. I think it is better not knowing, but to honour the perspective this photo gives me and hold that close to my heart as we dig deeper into our families’ histories.
Do you have a favourite family tale? Have you had much luck with looking into your own family history?
go gently + be wonderful