In recent months I’ve seen a lot of photographs of my grandfather, James Ezra Fleagle, in his middle and later years, in most of which I’ve found him to be very recognizable. His visage and even his hair — graying but all there, every last lock he’d ever had — were characterized by a familiar rectangularity. (The image of him that I grew up seeing around the house is here.)
But a few images have come my way more recently that show him as a younger man, and these portraits would be harder to place if I didn’t know already who their subject was. Here is one such, a photo of a photo sent to me by my cousins Nancy and Joe. It was probably taken between 1910 and 1918. I’ve fiddled with the brightness a little to reduce that weird negative glow that sometimes occurs in the very darkest areas of these old photographs.
For a higher-resolution version of the image, click here. – mdf
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Once mounted on cardboard but now loose.
Nothing written on back.