My maternal grandparent’s home had a vast collection of  black and white pictures. The framed pictures adorned all the walls in a line, just below the ceiling. Some were group pictures; some cute ones of my 10 uncles and aunts when they were kids; some taken in a studio in the traditional pose with the husband seated in a chair and the wife demurely standing beside him; some wedding pictures of the first born. What totally intrigued me was pictures of totally unknown people stayed up there. There was this picture I remember vividly of a bearded old man, in his late 70s, that no one could tell for sure who it was; it had passed down generations and one theory was he was a distant relative. Family pictures such as these made for great conversations during our annual vacation; we cousins poked fun at the style of the 50’s…