This is my own family version of Pictures at an Exhibition.

They are original compositions inspired by the photographic record left by my relatives.

Twiss Porch c. 1905

This one features my grandfather on the far right with the long hair. Pictured with his two brothers, sister, and parents

Albert Garnsey c. Civil War

My g-g grandfather. He enlisted at the start of the war and stayed in for the duration. He walked with his brother Roswell from Riga to Adrian. Fought with the 4th Michigan in many of the major battles and was wounded twice, and survived typhoid. He died in 1899

Hal Garnsey c. 1950

Hal was the son of Albert Garnsey. I never met him, but my mother described him as a quiet gentleman always wearing overalls. He married but never had children

My mother and her little brother c. 1930

My mother at the beach with her little brother. He died not long after this photo. I recall a picture of him in the casket in the home, as was common then. She spoke of it occasionally and mourned that loss all her life.

My parents as children c. 1927

Donald Twiss and Joanne Foote in Adrian. They dated as teens and married after the war.

My brother's first haircut 1954

My brother Tom and his first trip to the barber shop. A right of passage for baby boomers

Grandparents Arthur and Venah c. 1919

A photo I found long after their death. It is a glimpse of them as young twitterpatted lovers. I guess I never often thought of them as people with passion, dreams, and enduring immense struggles.

The Card Game c. late 1940's

My mother (holding the cards) and her friends engaged in a card game. She continued these relationships all her life

Eva Ford c. 1950

I never met her. She was Venah's (my grandmother) sister. I get a peaceful and content vibe from her, altough my mother related to me she had a difficult marriage.

Gram Hackett and cousin Jan c. 1953

Carrie Hackett (Gram) and my oldest cousin. She was the daughter of Albert Garnsey and lived to be 93. I do remember her clearly. This is a tender look at opposite ends of life's journey.

Hiram Foote c. 1900

My mother's grandfather. A stern-looking United Brethren preacher.