My cousin has just gotten a Flickr account, and we've both been scanning and uploading old family photos. This one is pure gold. That baby is my Dad, (AKA The Old Man), and that's his Mam.
Dad can't recall seeing this photo before. Grandma was an old lady when I was little - she died when I was seven, and this is the youngest I've seen her.
It's a wonder. She was born in the late 1880s, and will therefore be in her forties here - my age now. So sixty-odd years later, it's almost like looking a contemporary in the eyes. Time is indeed a relative phenomenon.