I lost my dad when I was 11 yrs old. I loved my dad. One of my most cherished items from him was the last picture taken of him on the job. My dad was a surveyor of a large constructions company. He was a field engineer and helped place the big buildings on the lot to construct. I kept that picture on my dresser for over 2 years. He passed in 1967 and the pic was taken in 1965.
An aunt asked my mom if she could make a copy of it. Of course, my mom said. The aunt never returned the pic. I went to her house 5 times to get it and she refused to hand it over. I talked to her daughters. They refused to help me until she passed away. Well she died in November and last night, I finally got the pic back. It took 55 years but It is mine again. How cruel of her to keep the picture from me.
It is not in the best of shape so I am going to have another copy made. I can't tell you the emotion i felt when i opened the package.
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@Tennessean my youngest sister went through the family home as soon as our aunt (who raised us) was in the nursing home. She grabbed everything she wanted, and gave the other things away to strangers (people the family didn’t know) and threw the rest in the trash. yes family can be so cruel. There were some sentimental things that were thrown away like trash and she did it secretly except one sister (for some unknown reason maybe had a feeling something was going on) drove out to the rural property and found her and several others there doing this.
