I am having a blast these days - I am finally sitting down and scanning in pictures from years past - from when my mom was a kid - and also from high school and college. I am fascinated now by pictures of my uncle when he was a young boy, and also of my grandmother as a young woman and a new mother.

The most amusing thus far is this picture. Notice the little girl (ahem) behind the screen door screaming her head off because she was not going to be in the picture?

Now notice her son, almost 30 years later:

I recently found out that my uncles were not fraternal, but identical. It’s fairly evident when you see them in their younger years, but as adults, they were as different as different could be. Their voices were different - their body types different, and certainly their personalities (obviously not affected by genetics) were different.

What I would give to have known them at a younger age - before the stresses of adulthood and marriage and work and making ends meet created permanent furrows in their brows.