These are my 91-year-old Grandmother’s five older brothers with their mother around 1920. They are all gone now.

Over the years, My Grandmother has told me many stories about her brothers and their kindnesses to her as their baby sister, their adventures and misadventures. It is wonderful to hear how important they all were to her and to learn lessons from their lives.

I find it amazing to be able to gaze at a photograph and see their faces as little boys, imagining all I know about their futures.

Their father was a sea captain and was away from home most of the time. Five boys in a row was a handful. One of the often-repeated stories about them involves my Great-Grandmother employing a cast iron frying pan to break up fights in the kitchen.

I have just two of my own sons, and thanks to the many tales told by my Grandmother, I often imagine how it would be with a gaggle like this one! ~shared by @rebleckamac