What a peculiar man he was.
As I told you in a previous post, my family hasn’t a single picture portraying my mother until she was in her twenties (except for this one). So, If I want to narrate her story I have to use few photos of her family. This man was her grandfather. I don’t know whether he was his mother’s father or his father’s father, neither his name.
The only thing I remember is that my mother had explained to me that he wanted to be photographed front and back because he claimed to be handsome both front and back… evidently a streak of uniqueness always runned in the family.
My Unhappy Family 