I knew these photo negatives existed, I had looked for them for years. I finally found them yesterday. My dad had placed them in what amounted to his saftey deposit box. (Yes, there was money in it. $2.oo dated 1963 in an old wallet with an Alabama football ticket stub.)
This was such a sad day, but I'm glad these photos exist. So many of these precious people now gone.
I was also not surprised to find Uncle Pat in some of the photos. This week, when I was telling Cameron about Uncle Pat and what he meant to our family I said "if something happened, good or bad, he was one of the first people there. And he usually brought a ham."