Wandering a few pictures from the past few days. One of the things I work very hard at is keeping pictures organized.. Part of that I inherited from my grandfather’s and my father. Part of that is that we are dealing with many more pictures now than my grandfathers or father dealt with.as many pictures as we have. The world continues to evolve. 500 years ago it was easy; you simply left the pictures of your ancestors hanging on the wall. If your family had no money it wasn’t a big deal, there was no picture of your ancestors. Funny how things like that work out. Now everyone has at least two, three,e and even four generations of pictures.
Eventually, it will be 10, 12 or 20 generations of pictures. All digital passed along like family heirlooms, but no one will look at them. Over time the questions will fade. Then some much will come along 200 years from now and start pointing family history projects like a crazy person. Sharing pictures with the world that hadn’t been seen in 100, 200 or more years. This is my great (add five more greats) uncle Scott. He used to post crap online and call it a family history project. Notice, by the way, how crappy the pictures he shared were! The future family history project making fun of the current family history project because, what could I do, come back and haunt my future relative?
Finally, I will end my first family history post today with an ethical question. Two days ago as we cammed around the corner and entered the street we live, we encounter something. About a week ago on a really hot day we saw a very young snake writhing on the pavement. It couldn’t get off the asphalt and was clearly struggling. We didn’t want to break it out so we poured lukewarm water on the ground leading towards the grass. The snake laid in the water for a bit obviously cooling and then took off like a shot into the grass. The labs wanted to see if the snake wanted to come to the house for dinner but I put the kibosh on that. Two days ago we encountered the adult version of that snake. It had obviously been hit by a mower. A huge gash on its back. It was still alive, and based on that we gave it a wide berth. Should we have done more than avoided the obviously dying snake?