The Dead Are With Us

I've been editing and preserving photos of my extended family.  Many of the photos are austere both in context and emotion.  This, I'm told, was typical in Russia.  Even in Canada this sombre countenance was rarely lifted for photographs.  On the right is my Uncle Henry who died before his 23rd birthday.  The other two people were never identified by my mother and while they are forgotten in name, they live on in my memory.