My paternal grandparents, John & Clara Dierking Wagner, and their two sons, Edmund and Daniel (my dad).
This would have been in the later 1920s. There may have been a smiling shot but we didn’t find it and the sober expressions in this one are striking to me. My grandpa’s eyes look resigned but determined, my grandma’s merely resigned. Life was a challenge every day and nobody emerged unscathed. My Uncle Ed lost his right eye very young, the result of a misguided attempt to cut through an old inner tube with a pocket knife, thus the inadvertent leer. I would guess my dad’s age at somewhere between five and seven — he still has that baby-soft aura. Uncle Ed left the farm at seventeen and made his own way ever after, retiring from the U.S. Military after a career that could have involved spying for all I know, and I totally hope that’s the case. My dad stayed and farmed with Grandpa … you’ve heard some of those stories, Faithful Reader. There are others …
You know who my heroes are right now? The people who invented and developed photography.
Playing for Time 
Jul 11, 2015 @ 20:18:11
Absolutely..yes. about photography. And thumbs up on the bit
Love it.
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