This is fascinating to me, as I have some form of 'face blindness'. But I got all three correct (yes, you'll need to trust me on that), and I had a pretty good confidence factor, and I only glanced back at the first pic once, and the other pics of Lena I recall were not close ups, so it's not like I have a detailed mental picture of her. I thought that in the youngest, the middle row far left girl was a possibility though.
But like omni, if I see someone outside of where I would normally see them - 9/10 they are just a face in the crowd to me, I'll walk right past them. If they say 'Hi!", I might still have a really hard time placing them.
I have literally spent an evening with dinner and engaged in talk afterwards with two other couples, and three days later we meet one of them while we are shopping and are chatting, and as we break up I have to ask DW "Who was that?", she looks at me like I'm from outer-space (not uncommon), and says "Uhh, we had dinner at their house Friday, you were there...". Then it actually comes back to me kind of slowly, sometimes in a flash. It is embarrassing. OTOH, sometimes the face of an attractive woman I see for ten seconds is burned in my memory, I might even remember her name
edi/add: if I see the couple together - that will usually trigger my memory, but seeing just one - it's a crap shoot
My father was one who would recognize a casual acquaintance he hadn't seen in 15 years, just walking down the street. My Mom admitted she is more like me though.
I'll mention to DW that this or that actress looks like another, and she will insist they don't look anything alike. But I mean, no not really alike, but they share some features that make them similar, and she doesn't get it. Someone mentioned Hillary Swank and Lena, I can kind of see that, but you have to imagine a 'softer' Swank - Swank has kind of 'hard' edges to her face, which makes her rather difficult to pin down. I guess I'm not alone, recall the 'Office' episode - hot or not?
-ERD50
Same here.
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I haven't found any photos of that event yet, but here's a photo taken in Egypt in 1954 (the previous year) that shows my mother, me, and the camel driver. We were on our way to Giza, which at the time was only accessible by a long trek via camel. The expression on my 5-year-old face shows exactly what I thought of international travel at the time, and my opinion now is about the same.
Not so, now. I seem to have become the repository for historical family photos dating back to the early 19th century, and everything from then until now. Many of the photos were taken by me at the age shown in the photo (with my Brownie camera) on up, or by my brothers or parents, so I am puzzling over what on earth they are, where they are, and who the people are in them.
It is simply cropped out of a much bigger photo, so that the forum could see my expression more easily. So far I have been devoting only about 10-20 seconds to each photo.... maybe 2 seconds to scan it in, plus about 4 times that much to figure out who/what/where, rename it, delete if a duplicate, and organize. I have thousands and thousands to scan. So, obviously I haven't had anywhere near the time to process any/all of them yet, and probably never will. Thanks for doing it for me on this one, though. 
Oh yeah.......always checked off the 2 copies box!remember the days when we thought that getting two copies when photos were developed, was a good thing?
On my first trips to Ceylon/Sri Lanka encountered a number of deliberately deformed children, (legs/feet bent backwards as infants)......done to make them more effective beggars; the last time I was there, 1985, didn't see one......I guess there are advantages to 'sweatshop' jobs, the pay might be low, but it's more than they had previously.
Was hitchhiking in Syria/Iraq/Iran in 1963.....couldn't get into Israel due to border restrictions, (and the Arabs wouldn't let you back into their countries if you did manage to get across)......since we were heading east this was an insurmountable problem.We traveled from the US via the QE1, but then proceeded by land and air from there. We eventually flew from Israel through Cyprus to Egypt, because traveling from Israel directly to Egypt was not allowed due to mideast war/tensions.
I'm not sure how my father pulled that one off in Cyprus. I was only 5.
Sounds like mine. "Bee with Ethyl". I know who Bee is, but who's Ethyl? And where in Hades are they, and why? And I have become very inventive in trying to get all the info in the filenames.
Your mother was a very beautiful woman.Luckily, I was just a little kid my first time, so all they made me do was eat cold spaghetti blindfolded (and they told me it was worms).
+1, I thought she looked so elegant and composed there, in what must have been a hot climate and stifling clothes. And your expression is priceless!
"1963 - Bee&EthylJones_NewYork_ferrytoxyz"
30 years from now my daughter will be scratching her head and saying, "Bee who?"
I can't blame the scribblers, though. I did it too. I distinctly remember thinking, "I don't need to say how old Christina is; there is no way I would ever forget that the year I bought her that adorable jumper was the year she turned (7? 9? 10?)".
I am amazed at how many of the scribblings are in pencil. Like, we all thought pencil would be easy to read 40 years later?
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