One reason I love looking at old pictures of family members is to see if there is any resemblance to living family members. I like the idea that those genes just keep appearing to connect us to one another in a visual way.
Now, I don't know much more than the science behind genetics other than Gregor Mendel and his pea plants that I remember from high school biology, but in the genetic pool that we all come from, I know the possibility is there that an ancestor's nose, eyes, or hair color will find its way into one of my grandchildren. In looking for these visual connections, I didn't have to look too far to find one such case that tells me that my father, my son, my grandson, and I all descend from my great-grandfather, Frank Clark. That same gene is floating around in each of us. I only wish I had a photograph of Frank's parents so I could tell if that gene came from the Clark's or from Frank's mother, Belle Stairs.
|Me with my cousin Mike - about 1959|
|Timothy Koehler - 1984 - age 4|
|My dad, Bob Wayson,|
with my grandson, Liam, who is Timothy's son.