Steven Foster’s Relatives
I’ve written previously about Mr. Steven Foster’s superlative bartending site; at its previous location (now taken over by a domain squatter) it served me & my buddy Phil Forshee most ably while we were in college. It is a site to be visited, a site to be archived, a site to remember when need arises (and please be sure to drop Mr. Foster a line—I feel certain that he’d appreciate it).
But that’s not why I write today (well, not totally).
Mr. Foster has had the bright idea of posting a page with scans of old
sepia-tone photos of his ancestors and relatives: in his words,
old pictures of my relatives, look so they are not forgotten
.
What a piece of Americana! Some happy, some grim; some handsome, some
plain, some downright ugly—but each a once living, breathing
specimen of our species. Now they all—good, bad, evil &
indifferent—rest in the earth which they once walked. My
favourite image is the folks
lined up by their church (or possibly schoolhouse).
Anyway, visit his site and raise a glass to Foster’s forefathers, and raise another to him. The man has created a true treasure, which deserves to be known, used and lauded.
