My dad recently showed me this photo for the first time of his sister, my Aunt, and it just took my breath away. I scanned a copy and cleaned it up a bit, and a print now hangs in our stairwell with other family photos.
I love everything about it: I love that my Aunt knew people like Dean Martin; I love their clothes; I love that she looks exactly like my cousin Ashley does today; I love that Dean is holding a cigarette; I love the silvery highlights in the original print. I love that every member of family has their own story, and that the generation before mine lived in a time where people wore dinner jackets and went to fancy parties. I love my Aunt, and wish I could have hung out with her and Dean back then!