This was hidden away among three generations of surprises in my grandmother's attic when we emptied the house -- which was built by my great-grandfather -- after her death in 1984. We have no idea who these people are, but we assume they're ancestors so I hung this picture on the wall of my first house for seven years because NORWEGIAN GUILT. I have to say, I clearly get my smoldering handsomeness from the woman in the picture because aside from her dated middle part, the resemblance -- not to mention the eternally sunny disposition -- is uncanny. Assuming that even is a woman. And it goes without saying that I get my boxy, poorly drawn hands from the man.
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