This is Fred. He's a dapper dude. I suspect this is what passed for cool in December 1920, and it still looks cool today.
Who is he?
Well he's definitely a relative of mine. We* think he's Granddad Garrard's brother. If this is so it makes him my great uncle. I don't ever remember meeting him. In fact I know virtually nothing about him. And in a way I'm fine with that. I'm not overly bothered about family history. I've done the odd thing on here about family but it doesn't figure greatly as a driving force in my life. I don't get the being tied genetically is more important than being connected with like minded people thing.
The gene pool is fickle and cruel sea, as It's interesting how someone as handsome as fred can mutate into an ugly bugger like me. Nature is without emotion.
I'm tempted to invent a fable around this photo and perhaps one day I will. But for now I'll let him rest in peace.
*My mother and sisters