In her later years, my mother gave me her grandmother's photo album. It was one of those wonderful old leather-bound albums with windowed pages for cabinet card photos. By the time I received it, the pages were tattered and only a few photos remained, all unidentified. The young man above is one of those. I like his earnest expression and square jaw. We share DNA, but I don't know who he is. The benevolent face in the mist behind the Family Record is that of my grandmother. I wish she had written his name on the back of his photo!