Their age was not only evident from the faded and fragile state of the photos, but also from the austere and formal poses of the family members whose faces stared back at us!
I was very young when my great-grandmother died but I remembered her and my own grandmother as warm and funny women, both possessed with a wicked sense of humour - these traits not being captured by the camera lens!
The trouble with old photos is they don't last forever. Although they can be restored and preserved by professionals, it's a costly exercise, especially when you have a tin full. Also, printed photos have lost their significance for the technology generation who think and share digitally.
We decided to take high resolution digital photographs ourselves of the printed versions which were then shared across the family.
I often look at our digital album of old photos and am happy they'll be around for my kids and other family members to enjoy.
But I also love those dusty, old, sepia photos which are back in their biscuit tin and under my bed. There they'll remain safe for a few more years while we continue to embellish the stories they tell!