A family history

While visiting our family in Richmond, we got to take a rare photo opportunity. It's now one of my favorite photos.

No, it's not the best picture. The men weren't smiling, Olivia wasn't looking towards the camera, we're standing next to a fridge, and it's a bit blurry, but there are five generations in this picture.

The oldest man in the picture is my grandmother's uncle Grover. So that makes him my great-great uncle and Olivia's great-great-great uncle. Cool, huh? Uncle Grover is 78 years old (though he swears he's not a day over 67), lives on the Pamunkey Indian Reservation he grew up on (in the same house actually), and he's a spry thing. He's hilarious and always ready with a quick comeback. Plus, he loves babies...

Every year we go to visit Uncle Grover and Aunt Betty (that's her side in the shot above). They are the sweetest people. Going to visit them is always one of my favorite parts of the Virginia trip. I've been to the Reservation hundreds of times, but I love going back every year.










This is the house that Uncle Grover lives in. If I'm remembering correctly, it's the same house his mother grew up in. It's been added onto a few times, but the original house is still underneath all that.

When I came in from taking pictures in the freezing cold, this is what I found...