Photo Friday - from the family album

I have always loved these pictures of my paternal grandparents.  I may be very biased, but I think that they were a rather striking couple in their youth.

This is a picture of my grandmother taken in 1900 at the age of 14. Her eyes are mysteriously haunting and almost sad, don't you think?

This is my grandfather who was a bit older, but I think this picture was taken not many years after my grandmother's photo from above.  As a young adult, he worked for a while as a trolley conductor in Chicago and someone must have convinced him to be photographed in his uniform.

Both grandmother and grandfather had the same last name, but were not related.  The immigrant Swedes, like others at the time, didn't like their children to marry outside the nationality.  Things changed by the next generation; their younger son married my mother who was of Norwegian and German descent.

My grandfather's family members were tall; my grandmother's family members were short. Today's generation of the family have both, and I have the distinction of being the shortest of them all.