Every time I look at those photos MsInterpret has put in the thread 'Vintage - Timeless and Classic, I get a litteral chill through me. I wonder if any of those folks is my family. I mean directly blood-line related. Do you really recognize that we is related? I mean really? Think about it. A clan or group in Africa, all related in some way. Slavery comes and upsurges this group - sisters, brothers, uncles, daddies, mothers, daughters, brothers. One family - one mother, one father, several children. All kidnapped and taken away. Some go the Carribean and start families. Some come to the America to start families. Some go the Europe and start families. Some go to the West Indies and start families. And somewhere, we lose who our families are because they been scattered across the diaspora. And because we've encompassed other blood into our original African heritage, we lose sight of who we are. Are we still Africans? Native Americans? White? Latinos? Some of us have crossed over - never to be seen black again. But we are still a part of the family... aren't we? Or are we so far removed (like white people from original Africa) that our connections are almost cease to exist or be anything significant?