I would like to thank Connie, from Far Side of Fifty, for inspiring me. She wrote a beautiful post about a old photo, wondering who that person was. It motivated me to go and search out old family photos housed all these years in a chocolate box. A treasure, I had no idea lived in my cupboard. Read her post here it is called Wistful Wednesday - Who. Amazing things, live in simple boxes, old chocolate boxes to be exact. Treasures, hidden for so long, unearthed when you least expect it. Connie's blog post inspired me to search for the old battered chocolate box in the cupboard. The one that we had put away over 10 years ago. Part of his Mother's possessions, I knew most of the photos it held were unmarked, but I wanted to be sure. Since Rose has Alzheimer's, and none of Gar's family are living, there is no one to tell us who the people are. There were very few names on the mostly black and white photos, somber faces, long forgotten. History no longer repeating itself if it could not be remembered. Photos from times long gone, some even the turn of the century. There were people who looked like farmers, riding tractors with children, who's children are long grown, photos of a funeral, documented in deary black and white. And some color photos of birthday parties. Frankly, the birthday celebrations looked like a lot more fun. The photos that meant the most to me were the smallest, black and white, with a border, and dated on the back with only a year written in faded blue ink. They were of a baby, one who I know is Gar, and his now deceased sister. There is so little of his childhood left, only memories. Rose can't tell me funny stories of his growing up. She can't share family stories with us, Alzheimer's has made sure that it robbed us of that. We had no idea that there were any baby pictures, we can't ask her. So to come across a chocolate box containing photos of someone I love, is quite simply a treasure.