Get A Grip

When it starts snowing heavily and you live at the top of a hill - and have a steep drive - one of those badges means you can probably get out and about. The other means spinning wheels at best and crumpled bodywork more than likely.
Unfortunately, the powerful, RWD car with wide tyres was parked behind the one equipped with 4WD. So we weren’t going anywhere.
The snow did turn to rain around lunchtime and the roads became more slushy than icy. Eventually, I was able to get my car off the drive and thus free up Mrs C’s car so we could go to the supermarket. A much needed trip as I had run out of milk and was desperate for a cuppa! My car is now at the bottom of the drive and Mrs C’s behind it, so we should, at least, have a chance of getting out tomorrow if it is as icy as forecast.
I didn’t totally waste the enforced confinement to the house though. I brought a load of family photos down from the loft, where they had been languishing since Dad died five years ago. I’ve sorted them into two piles - Dad and his parents (my paternal grandparents) and “unknown”. I’m reasonably the certain the latter are all of my grandmothers family and date to the first quarter of the last century, but without any other information, I can’t even begin to work out who the individuals pictured are.
I can’t ask Dad and Mum hadn’t a clue when I asked her a few years back. For now, I’ll hang on to them but, as I have no-one to pass them on to, I’m at a loss to know what to ultimately do with them. They’re a fascinating record of life in the early 20th century but, without a specific family connection, they’re no different to any other photographs from that era. It just seems wrong to bin them though…