Thursday, January 27, 2011
I love old pictures. One of my guilty pleasures comes from leafing thru any stack of old photos I can find when I go to a yard sales or flea market. There is something cool about looking into a stranger's past. First off, I have to assume that the stack of photos are not family of the seller. Most likely purchased in an estate sale, there is no connection between the person in front of me and the grainy black and whites I am looking thru. ( at least I hope this is the case).
Anyway, I found this picture at a flea market. It is a postcard photo, and the writing on the back simply says "Ada's kids" There is something very unsettling about this photo. I haven't been able to put this particular find away since I purchased it over a year ago.
I wonder whatever happened to Ada. Somehow I just know that creepy baby brought her to an untimely end.