Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good ole days.
Sometimes it feels like this world's gone crazy.
Grandpa, take me back to yesterday,
Where the line between right and wrong didn't seem so hazy.
Did lovers really fall in love to stay?
Stand beside each other come what may?
Was a promise really something people kept,
Not just something they would say?
Did families really bow their heads to pray?
Did daddies really never go away?
Whoa oh Grandpa,Tell me 'bout the good ole days.
I saw this picture today and the song by the Judd's has stuck in my head ever since. The picture although not of my direct line is of my relations. The man in the bed is William Franklin Gamblin (1822 - 1903) he would have been my 2nd cousin 5 times removed. The picture was taken sometime before 1899 as his wife Martha who died in 1899, is sitting on the bed beside him. His sons are standing on the left with Martin Monroe sitting beside him and his daughters in law standing to the left.
I don't know what it is about the picture but something draws me to it, maybe the bed? It's wonderfully handcrafted with I would imagine, hand sewn blankets. I wonder what their life was like, were they happy? Did they suffer any illness? They travelled from Mississippi to Texas with their children, did they go by train. or did they go by horse and wagon? Why did they leave Mississippi? Was it because of the Civil War? What hardships did they endure?
If only pictures could talk! Maybe somewhere out there the answers are hiding, maybe with a descendant in an old bible or old letters or just passed down by word of mouth.