Angels in My Midst

I’ll be computerless for a couple of days while visiting relatives. I’m taking some 19th- and early 20th-century photographs with me hoping my soon-to-be 97-year-old grandmother can identify them. For instance, this angel baby is apparently part of my family tree. Of course, after the Fiestaware disappointment, I’ll probably learn the angel belonged to the family next door. Or no one’s ever seen that pic before and I’ll be accused of playing a prank. I may have to fabricate a good story to bring to you next week…