My great great great grandfather, Wallace Gray, ca. 1870 (probably near the time of the Civil War, when he was imprisoned at Andersonville).
My great great grandfather, Ambrose Gray, ca. 1885.
My 17-year-old great-grandmother with friends in 1904.
My 23-year-old great-grandmother in 1910.
My great-grandmother and paternal grandfather (the baby) circa 1915.
My great-grandmother and great-grandfather with two children circa 1915. My grandfather is the baby.
My maternal grandfather as a young boy ca. 1915. He is in the second row all the way to the right.
My great-great-grandparents in 1925.
My great-grandmother and her three kids circa 1925.
My paternal grandfather, circa 1930.
My maternal grandfather, circa 1930.
My maternal grandparents visiting Florence in 1938, just before the second world war. Il Duomo is in the back. (Click for a larger version).
Here is an excerpt from my grandfather's journal during this trip outlining his impressions of Germany (remember, this was December 1938, less than a year before the start of the war).
...From Paris we entrained, with our hearts in our mouths, for the wicked and lawless Germany - Heidelberg being our first stop. Contrary to all our expectations we were met and treated with the greatest respect. We saw the famous University and the old castle at Heidelberg... From Heidelberg we traveled to Munich, the historic city in wherein a European war was averted by a pact between the European powers that be...It was in this city that the Nazi party was founded, and it contains the shrine dedicated to the sixteen men who gave their lives in the famous battle of the Hofbrauhaus...Inasmuch as Munich is the capital of the movement one has a great many uniformed men. They have nice-looking uniforms, ranging in type from that of the staid army officer to the more picturesque Bavarian or Swiss guard type, and their equipment includes short, vicious-looking daggers and automatic pistols of high caliber. There are chrome-plated sabers for the officers and chrome-plated helmets for the guardsmen. All in all they project a nice appearance, but it is an appearance that commands respect by virtue of its warlike character...
My great-grandmother, my great-great-grandmother (holding my dad, the baby!), and my paternal grandfather in 1943.
My mom, circa 1950.
My dad in 1965.
My mom and stepfather, circa 1965.
My great grandfather, Willie Moore, from the early 1900's (left) and from the late 1960's (right).
My birth announcement.
My great-grandmother in 1978.