This delicate pencil sketch appears at the end of Ima’s 1907 travel diary. No indentification, no explanation. She was a talented artist, and the portrait was no doubt drawn by her.
Was this young man killed in World War I?
Was this perhaps the reason for the sudden changes in Ima’s notebook in the summer of 1918?
If so, Memorial Day must have always been a sad one for her, even though only she knew why.