This is the newest member of the family tree. My first grandchild, born just three days ago. He’s one-day old in this picture. I meant to post this earlier, but I was occupied with work and taking pictures of this beautiful boy. A big part of why I’m documenting my family history is so that this little one will have a better understanding of where he came from and who his ancestors were and how they were special in their own way. He may not really care. But then again, he might. And the history will be there waiting.
From a genealogical point of view, his birth would confuse me a bit if it turned up in a record from a hundred years ago. He’s the fourth ‘Reese’ in the family, but the previous two were born to the eldest son. This one was born to the second son. What could have happened? If it happened 100 years ago, the average family researcher of today could spin any number of theories about this occurrence in the family record. 100 years from now, I have no doubt that vital records and archived Facebook posts would leave little question. The truth is, the youngest got the blessing of the eldest before the naming.
My other passion is photography. From a photographic point of view, I tried to figure out what sort of photograph would have been taken of a newborn by a fine art photographer in the 1920’s. I imagine it might be something like this.