A visit with the Lintons.

                            A little history.

I just rescued this old picture of my grandmother's family. Taken in 1928 in Midland Michigan. It's a great picture but has one caveat. One person, the baby in the picture, Irene Macklin Weaver is alive and well in Geneva, Indiana.
My grandfather took some wonderful pictures with that Brownie Camera.

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