There may be a narrative here. The photos span five generations and about 100 years. I am unsure of the story line but you may be able to unravel it. Much is unsaid. Of course the photos tend to record the joy. The sadness and tragedy mostly went undocumented. The sequence is largely chronological.
Two cents plain
Circa 1903. Street stand
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Mother and child
Circa 1930. My mother
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Candy store king
My father in front
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