We're two sisters who are craft book publishers and found ourselves in the midst of an avocado grove. We bought this house where we planned to conduct our publishing business and in the deal got 4 acres of avocado trees thrown in. Now we're not only publishers but ranchers as well! This blog is all about avocados and anything else that strikes my fancy.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Watch the beard grow SEPIA SATURDAY

I love this week's theme because I found some great photos from my collection that work so nicely.

Here is bearded Joseph Miller (also known as Uncle Joe by whoever had these photos previously). In this first of 4 photos he appears to be a youngish man. See how much hair he has. I think these might be his sisters and not 4 wives! This photo isn't marked so I haven't a clue who they are.

In this photo he seems to have trimmed his beard a bit. But his hairline is receding since the last photo. This one is marked:
"Francis Ellen Dull ( German) (married)
Joseph A Miller (german)
taken between 1850-1900?"  (wow that's a long time span. wish she would have narrowed it down a little)
"Mary Jane Miller's mother and father
Mary Jane Miller married James Engleman and became Mary Jane Engleman (Jenny)
Ellen and Dorothy's mother"

In this photo Uncle Joe's beard is longer and curlier and seems to have a part in the middle. He's just a little bit balder. This photo is marked:

"Uncle Joe Miller. I don't know the other one but feel sure you do."
Then someone has written "(Dorothy Engleman)"

I think it might be his granddaughter.

In this photo, Joe seems a lot older and maybe wiser. Beard is trimmed.  About the same baldness as in previous photo.

This is marked
"Four Generations"
Mr. Joseph Miller
Mrs. J. W. Engleson (his daughter Mary Jane?)
Mrs. C. O. Shoop (granddaughter, the same one as above maybe)
Virginia Shoop (great granddaughter)

I didn't have time to research this family. That's a project for a later time. But I just thought I'd share Uncle Joe's ever-changing beard and hairline with you.

click here for other Sepia Saturday stories