Before my grandma died (while she was still in the nursing home), I took a small collection of my favorites into her room one evening and asked her if she recognized them. Some people she was able to identify (she still had a pretty sharp mind), but some were just simply too old.
When she passed it was heart breaking for me. She was the last one in our family who knew anything about the stories in these photos. With her died an an entire generation of stories and memories.
Nowadays we snap pictures left and right with our high tech digital cameras and hardly give it any thought. Pictures today don't hold as much meaning, and they certainly don't tell as powerful of stories as these old ones do.
And that is what I love most about them.
No pretention. No make-up. No cheesy smiles.
Just honesty and truth.