My family history is a bit sketchy. I showed up on the later side of events, so I never got the full story on anything and sometimes what I think I know is totally wrong. I guess genealogy is like that, especially if it's fueled by alcohol.
This is my dad's aunt Jennie and her beau. I was told she was a roller skating champ and that they got married on roller skates and somewhere there is a picture of her in some kind of ornate white bloomer getup. I assume it's her trousseau.
I'm named after my great-uncle David who managed the circus. But there is something about Jennie that sparks a bit of amused pride in me. It's as if she's telling me, "if you gotta walk down a hard road, you might as well skate." Glide on, Jennie.