Oh my. After this debacle, let’s hope there was snow outside to sled on.
Okay. Well, at least there is fake snow. And a fake dog.
This is more like it: Real snow outside and the girls are rocking those gifts from Santa.
A happy boy on his sled the back garden of what seems to be a row house. A woman stands at the end of the wooden-plank walkway, probably his mother. I hope Edward’s father took him to a local park where there were many high hills to fly down.
A wistful girl sleds on a snowy day near the family farm. Everything about this image charms me—from the baggy pants, the bottle curls, and mad hat to the upturned, pointed noise of the sled and the low mountain beyond. I wish I knew more about her, but sadly there is no photographer’s impression or inscription. Ω
All images: Ann Longmore-Etheridge Collection.
"Your Dying Charlotte" 
Let it snow!
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We’ve got a few inches on the ground here in Western Maryland, but I’m in the mood for a blizzard now!
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The girl at the end who enchants you, looks very much like a younger version of you, Annie! I’m not kidding, even before I looked at what you had typed below her, I thought she might be an ancestress of yours and was disappointed to see she was not!
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I also thought there was some family resemblance there.
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So I am definitely not imagining it. It would be grand if she were some long-lost cousin, but we’ll never know.
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Okay, you are the second person I have heard this from. I did not include it, but the reason I purchased the image a few years ago was because I thought she looked like me as a child. I’m glad I’m not just imagining!
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No. you are not imagining it. I’m glad you wrote the follow up article on the “Doppleganger” effect. I’ve never seen anyone I thought looked just like me at specific times in my life from photos (old or new), but I get mistaken for people all the time and Eric does even more then I do.
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