This is a photo of my grandfather(1879 – 1938) whom I never met. When my father moved to Highland Park from the Boston area, he gave me a photo album that had belonged to my mother. The photos are from the late 19th century through the 1940’s. I have been going through the album a little at a time, and I only had the emotional energy to scan in one photo. I was going to scan another Mariampole photo, but somehow I got stuck on this one.
My grandfather’s name was Solon Friede. There was a blog discussion recently about names; in the discussion the question of naming after a relative came up. I can’t imagine having a child named Solon. As his Hebrew name is translated to Shlomo, my brother received that name as a middle name. My father had a brother named Shlomo who had died in his twenties, so the Shlomo was also for him. Do you have a naming tradition in your family? I am glad that my eldest and youngest bear the names of precious dead relatives. My middle son, who was born a few months after my paternal grandmother died, received a Hebraicized, masculine version of her name as a middle name. But there is an Aidel (her Yiddish name, in English she was Ida) in Brooklyn who is named for my paternal grandmother.
As this photo is sepia, I am including it in this new meme called Sepia Scenes.
Thank you, Mary!