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I don’t know about that, but I agree that they’re both pretty cool — especially if you click the button that lets you enlarge them.

Thank you.

And I forgot to say: my great-great-grandmother in the wheelchair was married in February 1853, and had her first child that December. One of the sisters was married in 1857 and had her first child in 1859; I don’t know much about the other one.

Very close! My great-great-grandmother, the lady in the wheelchair, was born in 1829; her sisters were born in the early 1830s. I also have a photo of my grandfather’s father (the man with the impressive white mustache in the top two photos, who was only in his early 50s at the time!) taken in the late 1850s when he

That’s my father’s Uncle Henry, who was married to my grandfather’s sister Sophie. He was always a snazzy dresser. At the time, he and my grandfather worked for the same clothing company — Uncle Henry used to go on buying trips to Paris every year. Unfortunately, the company went broke in the Depression, and my

Last, I never, ever share photos of me from before I transitioned 10 years ago. But these two are from so long ago that I don’t really think it matters.

I hope I don’t get arrested for posting it.

By contrast to the 1905 and 1906 photos I posted earlier, showing my maternal grandfather and his family fully dressed at the beach, the situation had definitely changed in Germany by 1927: this picture shows my mother, age 4, standing between her parents at a beach in August 1927.

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I had never thought of that, but now I think you’re probably right.

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Speaking of being fully dressed at the beach, apparently it wasn’t limited to Germany. This is a photo of my father, age 7 (in the foreground at the right), his parents (behind him with his little brother) and various aunts and uncles, at an unknown beach in the tri-state area in the summer of 1927.

My maternal grandfather, age 12, with his parents and younger sister at the Baltic Sea resort of Ahlbeck, in July 1906. (I posted a couple of photos of him in his German WWI uniform in the Father’s Day photo thread. His sister Lucie was murdered in the Holocaust together with her husband and two children.) I wonder

I meant to say “her” prior name but noticed my mistake too late to change it. Sometimes even a trans person can make inadvertent mistakes with all the back and forth. If I were going to refer to her Olympic victories, I would certainly say something like “she won an Olympic Gold Medal in 1976, when she was known as

Not in all cases (and I’m trans). I would never say, for example, that “the winner of the decathlon in the 1976 Summer Olympics was Caitlyn Jenner.” His prior name is a matter of public record and extremely well-known. For a lot of trans people, it’s different — in my case, I never mention my old name because most

Don’t believe everything you read in the tabloids. That’s my theory.

Also, “welcome to womanhood” kind of implies that you didn’t expect this kind of treatment. Most trans women know perfectly well what’s going to happen. They didn’t grow up in a bubble, and their identification with women didn’t start last week.

I find it not so much invalidating as dismissive. As when a trans woman talks about some difficulty she’s having, and the response from a non-trans woman is “welcome to womanhood” — expressed not with solidarity, but with an undertone (and sometimes an explicit statement) of “ha, ha, what did you expect, you wanted

OK, I found a couple more, of my maternal grandfather at 21, in 1916, at a German field hospital after being wounded at Verdun. In the first photo he’s the one sitting up in bed, with a nurse holding his hand (he was apparently quite the ladies’ man). In the second one, he’s on the far right (he was wounded by a

Another, if people don’t mind: my mother’s maternal grandfather and grandmother, taken in Sulzburg, their village in the Black Forest in Baden where my mother spent her summers in childhood, in about 1890. Her grandfather was a cow dealer from a long line of cow dealers, who sang in the town’s Jewish “gesgangverein”