I was showing someone a few family photos a couple of weeks ago – I had this one of me and my sisters taken this past July at the Danny Gallivan Golf Tournament in support of Cystic Fibrosis. (Youngest to oldest from left to right.)
Now that we’re all “old” ladies we’re looking more and more alike – easy to tell we’re related. Here we are a year earlier – the resemblance is definitely strong.
And here we are in 1952 (63 years ago!) – we didn’t look much like one another then at all.
There are not a lot of photos in between of just the three of us. I have one with my mother and two nieces – the women in our family from 2003:
And here the three sisters are with my niece and niece-in-law in 2014:
The middle sister might have some photos of just the three of us – I must ask her – but I suspect she doesn’t.
My mother had a composite photo hanging in her bedroom – four photos: her at 16, me at 16, middle sister at 16, and the youngest at 16. I have no idea what happened to that collage after my mother died – it was striking how similar our faces were at the same age – of course you couldn’t see it when we were side-by-side but as life progresses those family genes sure have something to say about who we become.