I know a bit more about this picture because that’s my father, the young man on the far right in the first row. And the picture was probably taken in a room at the Malden, MA, YMCA that I know that he frequented, and that had become almost his second home following the early death of his own father c.1914.
Perhaps the time was the summer of 1918 when my father would have been 16 years old and the first Americans were going to France to fight. (He once told me he was turned away because of his age.)
But of that moment this picture is all that I have. O course I want to have more, to know a lot more. Don’t we all, of the people who came before us and who are directly responsible for our being here at all?