You might remember that I don't resemble anyone in my family, at least not Mom or Jerry. Someone hinted I might look like my aunt who died young. I don't look like my brother or the one half-sibling I've scoped out on Facebook.
One day, a few years before she died, Mom said that she'd been sorting the family photos and thought the shape of my face looked a little like Jerry's mother, my grandmother Faye. "A violin face," she called it. She pointed out the curve of Faye's cheekbone and chin, which could be interpreted as looking a little like a violin. I didn't see it. I look at that photo every once in a while and I don't see it.
Well, since David has reconnected with bio-cousin Mark, a new photo has emerged that makes me suspect I was not switched at birth.
It's from the early 80's, and cropped out everyone but Faye, so it's blurry:
... and here is one photo I have kept that doesn't crop off my bulbous chin:
Look at that! That's my chin! Now, it could be that every woman of a certain age has the same carbuncle chin poking out of a comfy flesh hammock. I need a second opinion.
Gary looks at the two photos above and sees no resemblance. What say you?