52 Photos Week 33: Sad

+7 votes

Time for the next 52 Photos challenge!

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in The Tree House by Eowyn Langholf G2G Astronaut (1.4m points)
Never in my life have I followed the year by week, week number by week number.  Because of this challenge (and 52 ancestors) I have been conscious of which week were are in throughout the year.  Anyone else?
Yes, SJ, I have thought the same thing. I found myself telling a friend during week 26 that I knew that 2019 was half over by doing photos on WikiTree.
Yes this, exactly!  I remember at week 26 thinking that the year was 1/2 over.
Only 6 more weeks and it's 3/4 over. Wow. Time travels fast

23 Answers

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My great-grandmother developed a brain tumor and over the course of perhaps a year and a half, she slowly succumbed and finally died.  Before she was institutionalized she became very erratic and my grandfather suffered terribly because of it.  These experiences affected him his entire life.  Sadly, the family were Christian Scientists and did not believe in medicine and doctors and from what I have heard, she suffered in terrible agony for months without the relief of pain killers.

Every time I think about this branch of the family I am avery sad to think about how her life ended.

Faye Mary (Abbott) Ranck, 1889 - 1929

Her wedding portrait, 1910:

by SJ Baty G2G6 Pilot (573k points)
That is so sad that 1) she developed a brain tumor but 2) that she had to suffer the pain!
Your great grandmother was a beautiful woman. So sad for her and your great grandfather, and your grandfather was young when his mother was so ill. It sounds like it was terrible for all three of them. Thank you for sharing her lovely photo.
Beautiful portrait. Heart-breaking knowing her story.
SJ, how sad that such a beautiful woman had to suffer because her religion didn't believe in medication. You said your grandfather suffered because of her illness. How hard it must be for a son to see his mother suffer.

Thank you for the picture and the story. You sure started out with a sad one.
what a sad story cousin your great grandmother was beautiful thank You for sharing
+14 votes

This my grandfather, Victor Gila Repiso. After the Spanish civil war he had to go to another city to find a job. He found it in Valencia, more than 500 km from his hometown. I have been told that he was so sad and so longed for his family, that every day, when he left work, he went to the station to see the trains, wishing he had enough money to be able to take one of them to return home. A short time later he met his wife, my grandmother Margarita Hernández Díez and everything changed. Over time, the station became his favorite place to take his grandchildren for a walk. I still remember seeing the trains holding his hand.

by Margarita López Gila G2G6 Mach 1 (12.9k points)
edited by Margarita López Gila
What a lovely story and a wonderful memory! Thank you for sharing it.
Very lovely story.
Great photo, too.
Thank you for the wonderful picture, and the sad story that turned out great!
how sad thank You for sharing the wonderful photo
+11 votes

This drawing was created by one of the sisters of my great great grandmother Precious Buckingham Pruett.  It is her first born, a daughter Della Pruett (my great grand aunt) who died of Diptheria in 1878.    

Her death was noted in the journal of my great great Grandpa:

 "Della died December 8, 1878 aged 1 year, 11 months, 16 days"

Malachi 3:17 “Angels whisper that our darlings Are in lands of love so fair, That their little feet are waiting, Close beside the golden stair.”


by Caryl Ruckert G2G6 Pilot (129k points)
The loss of a child is always heartbreaking. Thank you for sharing this picture.
I remember this photo and reading this from on the profile.  Just heartbreaking.  We really don't know how good we have it today; just two hundred years ago the child mortality was staggering.
The same disease that claimed by grandfather's sister. Yes, we are lucky today. This looks like it might have been a painted photo, but perhaps the date is too early. Sweet little girl at any rate.

Caryl, what a heartbreaking story. Beautiful picture and so nice of her sister to draw it for your great great grandmother. I am so very sorry.

how very sad heartbreaking she died as a child makes me so sad Caryl thank You for sharing
+14 votes

This is a photo taken in New Orleans in 1871 of my great grandmother, Laura McCullough, when she was only 14. Her mother, Jane McCullough, had died from yellow fever only two years before this photo was taken. Sadly Laura, herself, died at age 30 in childbirth with her fifth child. She died of infection after the birth, and her baby girl survived only to die with whooping cough a few months later. My great grandfather, Thomas Luther Lovelace, who was a Civil War veteran, lived another 43 years still in love with her, and they are buried together in Burnside, Pennsylvania. 

by Alexis Nelson G2G6 Mach 6 (67.3k points)
Tragedy after tragedy. This is truly a sad story. Thank you for sharing it.
Yes Robin, and these are all tragedies that are prevented today with modern medicine. We sometimes forget how fortunate we are now. Thank you for your sweet comment.
Yes, we have it better than we realize.
So young! Aren't you lucky to have this photo of her.
Laurie, I was so excited when I got this photo from a second cousin in Texas a couple of years ago. I never expected to have a photo of her, and yes, I am very lucky to have this photo. Thank you for your sweet comment.
what a treasure that picture is!  I hope you will look up the grave when you make that trip to Pa.
Yes Lynn, I do need to make a trip to Pennsylvania, and she is your ancestor also.
Alexis, your story is so sad. That poor girl was just a child when she lost her mother. Although it is sad, thank our good Lord that Laura died in childbirth and didn't have to suffer the loss of a baby. What a great woman she must have been for your great grandfather to love her so long after she died.

Thank you, my friend, for sharing your story and picture.
Thank you Cheryl for your sweet comment. I think she must be holding a Bible.
Alexis, you can read my mind. I was wondering what she was holding. I love the table and her dress. Beautiful picture, but sad story.
that is sad Alexis to die so young of yellow fever

Thank You for sharing this wonderful photo and sad story how heartbreaking
Thank you Susan for your comment. I have read where they had an epidemic of yellow fever at that time in New Orleans. We are so fortunate to have vaccinations now.
+13 votes

Marjory was my grandfather's younger sister. At the age of five, she died in October 1898 of diptheria while her parents were in Europe. Their trip was to help my great-grandmother recover her health after the death of another daughter, Marion, in August. A son had died as an infant in 1890. How difficult it must have been to cope with such tragedy and how thankful I am for modern medicine.

by Laurie Cruthers G2G6 Pilot (108k points)
Laurie this is such a dear photo of this beautiful little angel, what a tragedy this must have been. Thank you for sharing this photo, as a reminder of how terrible diseases like diphtheria were.
What a little cutie.  I can't imagine losing a small child, must just be heartbreaking.
Laurie, how adorable is this little girl? How tragic for your family to have to many losses so close together.

Thank you for sharing this picture and your story.
Laurie how heartbreaking to read the story of death and for sharing this adorable photo of your grandfather sister
+10 votes

One of the last photos of my older sister Gaynor before she died in 1993 at the young age of 32. This photo is a family outing in February 1990.

See this page for details about the train



by Robynne Lozier G2G6 Pilot (600k points)
It's photos like these that make you realize how important family outings and get-togethers are and how important it is to preserve historical sites and activities for future generations. Thanks, Robynne.
Robynne, your sister looks like so much fun, and I know you miss the relationship you had with her. I am so glad you have this picture, and I am sure, many others to remember her. The things we miss, though, is the sound of their voice, their smell and touch.

Thank you for sharing. I love the picture.
Robynne how sad to loose your sister I know how you feel I lost my sister 2001

I think it is so important we look after family and friends you never know when they leave you

Thank You for sharing this wonderful photo
+13 votes

I have an original of a Cartoon drawn at the time of a very sad situation ... I was drawn by a famous cartoonist, Bill Mauldin.

My uncle, John Allison Rammel, was head of the photography department at the Chicago Sun Times Newspaper when JFK was killed.

The cartoon shows Lincoln, who was also killed, crying at the news.

Mauldin gave my uncle an original copy of the cartoon.  I have it on my wall.

by Bill Sims G2G6 Mach 2 (26.5k points)
edited by Bill Sims
I am reminded of the editorial cartoon of the Statue of Liberty crying after 9/11.
Thanks for sharing, Bill.
Bill, what a fabulous cartoon you have. Something to cherish and pass down to generations to come.

I love it, and that Bill Mauldin drew it.

Thank you SO much for sharing.
+12 votes

Thankfully I don't know of many sad events among my ancestry -- though all deaths are sad. The loss of my parents stands out in my mind because of the unexpectedness of it.  My mother had been ill for some time and was deteriorating slowly, but we still expected her to be with us for a while. Suddenly at this time, my dad, who had been in good health for his age, had a massive cerebral hemorrhage. He lived (on life support) for three days. Our lives were changed. My mother managed to survive another ten months, then she was also gone.  We generally expect to outlive our parents, but when they die it's still a shock.

These are my parents at a younger happier time with my sister and myself.  Two brothers were still to come.

by Robin Shaules G2G6 Pilot (325k points)
Yes, it is. Sweet photo.
Your mother is gorgeous and your dad, very handsome. I am so sorry you lost both of your parents so close together Robin. Beautiful picture, my friend. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you, Cheryl, for your sweet words and your condolences. I appreciate them very much.
Robin it is so sad to loose your parents what a wonderful photo of your parents they are a wonderful couple

I am glad you share them wonderful to se them
Thank you, Susan. They were married for 46 years. We all miss them.
I can certainly understand why Robin they are gorgeous
+6 votes

I am going to use my paternal grandfather's family for this one. Not the saddest story in the family, but the saddest that I have photos for. I feel my grandfather, Ted Gardner, was a very sad man. He expressed it as bitterness towards the world.


He was my scary grandpa. He would stomp on my toes--really hard, so it hurt-- with his cane. I really didn't like him. He was bigoted, and hated just about everyone. After my parents divorced when I was ten, we didn't go and visit him anymore, and I was not sad about this in the least. The only thing about him that I missed was the yard his house in Pasadena, Calif. He had the most cushiony Saint Augustine grass in his front yard, with a Deodore cedar tree that gave the most luxurious shade in the hot climate. He had concord grapes on an arbor over his back porch. He had a Meyer lemon tree, also. This exercise has helped me to understand, a little, where his hatefulness came from.

My great grandparents had 5 children. The eldest and youngest died when they were young adults.

My great aunt Alice Cornelia Gardner, according to family legend, was a very sweet, good-natured, and talented  woman. She was born on her parents' sheep ranch up Carnero creek canyon in Saguache county, Colorado, USA, in 1903. She went to France in the late 1920's to study art. (Both of her sisters were artist's also, but I don't think they studied abroad. They both painted.) She got a teacher's credential, and taught school. She did not marry. She died of acute appendicitis at age 31, in 1935.


The youngest brother, Stephen, born in 1924, dropped out of high school after 11th grade, married and had a son. He enlisted for WWII. He died of an illness that he caught in the service in the south Pacific, in 1946, at age 22.


I remember my grandfather as a real grouch. He didn't like anyone or anything. I suspect that these early losses of his siblings gave a basis for his unhappiness. His own wife, Hazel, died relatively young, when I was 6 months old. She was born in 1909, so she would have been 50 when she died. She died of asthma. My mother said that she was a really sweet lady, and that my grandfather (her father-in-law) really changed when she died. She felt that that loss was what embittered him.


Ted and Hazel had 3 children. My father was the oldest. The youngest, my aunt Jeanene, had three children. Then she died of lupus, when she was 29 years old. That was in 1967. I was 8. It was so painful for her husband that he took the children and went back east somewhere, without leaving any address. The family was completely out of touch with them for many years.


My grandfather was born in1906. Death milestones in his life:

His father's parents died lived in Illinois, and his grandfather had died before he was born. He probably didn't know either of them. He probably knew his maternal grandparents. They lived in Colorado, in the next county over, so they probably visited occasionally. His grandfather died when he was 5. His grandmother died when he was 18. His sister died when he was 29. His brother died when he was 40. His father died when he was 41. His mother died when he was 44. His wife died when he was 53. His daughter died when he was 61. My parents divorced when he was 63, and he didn't get to see any of his grandchildren much after that. His other son lived for a while in Germany, and then moved to Bellingham, Washington, so he rarely got to see those grandkids. They were a long ways away. Ted died in 1975, a bitter and lonely man.

by Alison Gardner G2G6 Mach 4 (43.6k points)
edited by Alison Gardner
What a sad story Alison. He was literally left all alone. I am sure you are right when you guessed why he was bitter. So many losses. One right after another, not counting his parents.

Thank you for sharing the pictures and stories.
Thanks for noting I forgot his parents. They are now included.
You are welcome, Alison.
+7 votes

I always try to add records for every one of my ancestors.' children. Even if they died young and left nothing but a name and a date, I know they meant everything to their family, and I want to honor that. 

My kids are young now. I can't imagine sharing my life with these little people and knowing there's a good chance they won't become adults. 

My grandmother's sister, Barbara Ann, died in 1938, when she was four and a half years old. My aunt told me that Barbara was excited to start school soon.

Barbara's death makes me especially sad, because I wonder if things would have turned out differently if the family had had better access to medical care.

Barbara's death certificate says she died of "cerebro-spinal meningitis due to streptococcus." But my grandmother, who was eight at the time, remembers that Barbara died after being hit on the head by an old metal bedstead when they were playing.

Whatever happened, it was relatively fast, and Barbara died at home.

In 1933, just five years before, Barbara's infant brother had died of pneumonia. 

by Jessica Hammond G2G6 Mach 1 (17.4k points)
edited by Jessica Hammond
Jessica, how very hard on your great-grandparents. To lose two children so quickly. It doesn't matter if you have 1 or 12 children, the death of a child is very difficult.

Thank you for the picture and the story.
+6 votes

My 2nd great grandfather Sackett Wilson, lost two daughters to Yellow Fever in 1873 in Pilot Point , Texas. Prisilla and Sarah.  His brother Nathaniel, lost his wife and a daughter.  Juda a Lucretia.

by Janice Sutherland G2G6 Mach 2 (22.7k points)
Everyone has such sad stories. I will be glad when this week is over. Your Great grandparents must have been devastated to lose two children and then a sister-in-law and niece.

Thank you for sharing the picture and your story.
+7 votes

   This young man, Abel Huckel, was badly injured when the horse pulling the dray he was on, bolted. 

by David Urquhart G2G6 Mach 4 (44.5k points)
+8 votes

This is my dad, Ralph Stewart Shane, Jr. and his, presumably adopted, sister, Mary Lou Shane. 

For most of my life I thought that my dad was an only child.  I had a friend do a bit of genealogy for me and she said that she had found a census with my grandparents, my dad, and his sister on it.  I said that he didn't have a sister.  She showed me the census and, sure enough, Mary Lou Shane was listed on it as "daughter" to my grandparents.  She is in no other census and I haven't been able to find any other reference to her. 

During that time, too, my dad's cousins were found and we met together because they had a box of my grandmother's belongings that they'd been wanting to give to one of her descendants.  I was the recipient and most of the photos that I've shared here have been from the photo albums that I received then.  I asked these cousins if they knew anything about my dad's sister and they said that they didn't know much but that they were told when they were young not to speak of her!  

It's such a mystery and so sad that her existence had been virtually erased from family history!  I would love to someday find out what happened to Mary Lou!

by Susan Yarbrough G2G6 Mach 1 (16k points)
Susan, this must be a terrible mystery for you. I do know a family well that had two sons my age, and one of them was totally missing. They never did find him, and it was so hard to talk about that the only time they talked about him was at his mother’s funeral. She might have been kidnapped like this boy was. Hope you are able to get some clues, as they do look like brother and sister, and this is certainly sad.
Susan, what a sad story. You have a mystery to solve. Why do you think she is an adopted sister? I think it would be wonderful if you found her.

Thank you for the story and the picture.
Alexis, I never thought of the possibility of a kidnapping!  I've been assuming that she died young or perhaps that they weren't allowed to keep her, if she was adopted.  Hmmm... I'll have to check newspapers from the time and area and see if I can find out more!
Cheryl, I think she's adopted because the only photos of her are from the same time as the photo I posted.  My sister remembers my dad saying that they had a little girl staying with them for a while and that she'd walk into his dark room while he was developing photos.  (He was quite the chemist when he was young!)  He, apparently, never said "sister." It was a complete surprise to me, my sister, and my brother when that census showed a sister!  My thought is that it was an adoption that didn't become final or something and was upsetting to my grandmother.  Also, her birthplace is listed as District of Columbia and they lived in New Jersey.
Susan, I think we should all start to investigate this. It all sounds so mysterious. And I love mysteries. So many maybes involved.
Cheryl, any help would be great!  :)  There's a part of me that's kind of afraid to investigate too closely, hoping I won't find out that something HORRIBLE happened to her!
+6 votes

This picture is of my grandmother (on the right) and her youngest sister, Nita.  Nita passed away when she was only 28 years old after a terrible fall.  The entire family was devastated; my grandma and Nita were very close and it was an awful loss for her.

by K. Anonymous G2G6 Mach 6 (66k points)
They are both beautiful women. And they don't look like they are that far apart in age. I bet they were close, and how sad for her to die so young.
+6 votes

My cousin Janet, who died in October 1947 when she was 7 months old. She was deeply mourned by her parents who donated a lily to the Church every Easter in her memory.

by Christine Frost G2G6 Mach 3 (35.3k points)
Janet is a beautiful baby. Her eyes are shining so brightly, and she has a beautiful smile. I bet she was a darling.

How sad that she died so young.
Yes, it is sad because they didn't know enough to save her.  She was what was then known as a 'blue baby'. Now  babies with that condition can have a blood transfusion before birth and be saved. My poor aunt lost another little girl only 10 hours old and a third who didn't reach full term, but the death of little Janet who had endeared herself to everyone, was much harder and I don't think her parents ever really got over it.
+5 votes

52 Photos Week 33 Sad


This is my beautiful sister, Diane. She is 2-1/2 years younger than me. Apparently my mother didn't realize there was an age difference, because she always dressed us alike. 


We also shared a room as we were growing up. When we were younger, we had a full bed, but when we got older, we had twin beds.

Diane and I were total opposites. But we were best friends. I took things seriously in school, and Diane . . . well, she didn't. But she never got into trouble, and never caused my mom and dad any heartache.

Being the oldest, I married and moved away. I was home for her wedding, and was her maid-of-honor.  I was out of state for about 15 years and then my son and I moved back home. By this time, my sister had a 16 year old son and a 14 year old daughter.

We picked things up, right where we left off. We had a great time together. We hung out together, shopped, ate, and even worked at the same place. We have so much fun. Our baby brother was even working there with us. It was nice to have the whole family together.

One Saturday night, we all met up at the local bowling alley. It was November 2, 1991. We were watching a shuffleboard contest, and my sister's boss was on TV for a lottery game, so we were all watching him. He won $100,000. It was such a perfect night. We had our spouses with us and had so much fun.

The next day, November 3, 1991, my sister called me early in the morning, complaining about her hair. She had long blonde hair, and she said it was all tangled and she was having a hard time getting a comb through it. I asked her what she was doing, and she told me she was going to another town to watch a shuffleboard contest. My husband and I went to church, didn't do much the rest of the day.

That night at 11:47 p.m., our telephone rang. It was my brother telling me that Diane was dead. I kind of froze and gave the phone to my husband. All I remember is getting dressed and going to my parents house. My brother and his wife were already there. My mom was sobbing. She told me that dad was still sleeping and she couldn't tell him.

My brother and I went and woke up dad and told him that Diane was dead. He was still half asleep. We left the room so he could get dressed, and he came out. He was crying. I had never seen my dad cry. He wanted to know what happened, but all we knew was that she had been in a car accident. My dad started to have a heart attack, and my husband (who is a fireman) called 911 and the ambulance arrived immediately. They took care of dad, and said it was just stress and his blood pressure.  We didn't want to leave that night. We all just sat in the living room crying. We had not lost anyone in the family before, and now my 37 year old sister was gone.

At that time, it was the worst night of my life.

by Cheryl Hess G2G6 Pilot (671k points)
Cheryl, what a sad and terrible loss for you and your whole family, and she was only 37. As we get older, we realize how really young she was. This week with Sad for our question is actually a good subject, as we are able to share the lives of our families that we might not have shared otherwise. Thank you for sharing beautiful Diane.
Dear Cheryl, so often our lives (yours and mine) seem to mirror each other. As you told your story about your sister, you could have been talking about my sister and me. Only I still have my sister and I know how hard it would be to lose her. My heartfelt condolences go out to you. It's a heartbreaking story. Thank you for sharing it.
Robin, our lives do seem to be so much alike. Thank you for your condolences. She is missed every day.
Alexis, thank you for your kind words. You are right. Looking back now, she was a very young mother. This week made members more real to me.
thank You Cheryl for sharing this sad story

And the wonderful photos you must miss your sister very much
+7 votes

This is my first week to try the challenge. Technically, I guess this little guy wouldn't be an ancestor, he is my son, so a descendant. Yet, it seemed fitting here. 

The story:
I am a portrait artist and I try to paint each family member at least once. This is my youngest son. I knew how I wanted to capture him for his little boy portrait. He was always taking his shoes away from the door to play with them. When it would be time to go somewhere I often was dashing around trying to locate a missing shoe. I decided for his portrait I would paint him 'benched' looking on while his siblings played in the yard as I tried to locate his missing shoe. I titled the piece, "One Red Shoe".

by Tammy Moore G2G Crew (540 points)
What an adorable portrait!  You're very talented!  I hope you found that shoe quickly... poor little guy!  :)  (Sounds like it's a semi-fictitious portrait, but with your story, the feeling comes through so clearly that you just really want him to be able to go run and play with his siblings!)
+7 votes

I lost my childhood friend Allan Børge Knudsen 13 july 2019 

He was married to My childhood friend Anette.

Allan’s brother was married to my sister,

He will be missed Allan was a wonderful friend 

by Susan Laursen G2G Astronaut (2.1m points)
Susan, thank you for sharing the sad loss of your wonderful friend since childhood, Allan, only a month ago.
Thank You Alexis for your kind comments

He is certainly miss his wife died 2007
Susan, what a kind looking man. I am so sorry for your loss of a life long friend. Prayers for you, my friend.
Thank You my wonderful friend for your kind comments Allan and I have know each other always and he was the most wonderful friend you could have always nice to everyone

It is sad he is no more with is, he went to a doctor last year with terrible pain in his stomach, the doctor told him it was nothing he went three time until he had so much pain he went to the hospital and the cancer had spread to his  entire body and he died
Oh Susan, that is so sad. I am sorry.
Dear Susan, I want to tell you again how sorry I am for the loss of your friend, who was actually part of your family. It's so hard to lose those we love. My thoughts are with you, my friend.
Thank You Robin for your wonderful comments yes he was my brother in laws little brother

He will be missed
+6 votes

This is my uncle, Curtis Conn. He served during WWII. On Christmas Eve 1944, his outfit was crossing the English Channel in route to the Battle of the Bulge as relief aboard the troop transport Leopoldville when they were struck by two torpedoes fired from the boat u-486. The 1st hit the Leopoldville in the area of hold #4, the quarters Curtis’s company was assigned to. Although there is no way to know for certain, it is thought he and most of his company perished here. His body was never recovered. Altogether, well over 700 soldiers lost their lives during the sinking of the Leopoldville making it one of the worst maritime disasters of WWII. The British Admiralty and the Americans decided the information of the sinking could not be released to the public for fear of negative moral at home and positive moral in Germany. So, many families, my grandparents included, were originally told only that their sons were MIA even though they were known to be dead. It would be several months before my grandparents were informed Curtis was officially KIA, and even then there were no details as to when, where, or how. My grandparents went to their graves not knowing the circumstances of their son’s death. The top secret classification of the event was not completely lifted until 1996.

There is now a memorial to the Leopoldville Disaster at Fort Bennington, GA and another in a Cemetery not far from Cherbourg, France where the missing are symbolically entombed.

by Randy Conn G2G5 (5.1k points)
Randy, I am so sorry to hear about your uncle. How sad that his parents didn't know how their son actually died.
Thank you Randy for sharing this tragic story about your Uncle Curtis and explanation of how your grandparents had to go through his loss with such little information.
+6 votes

This is a sad theme but also a part of life.

My great-aunt, married at 21 and dead at 22.

by Randall Gardner G2G6 Mach 1 (15.1k points)
Randall, that is really very sad. I am so sorry.

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