Who’s this man?

Don’t worry, I’m not asking you. I’m asking myself

This very old picture was in my stack of old postcards. I have no idea who that man is.

My best bet is my great-grandfather or a great uncle. Or even my grandfather? Thinking about it, I don’t really know what he looked like, I think I ever only saw one picture of him when I was a kid. All I remember is that he had a mustache. Just like every other man in the early and mid-Twentieth Century.

One thing that is almost certain, though, is the house.

The house behind him is almost certainly my uncle’s and aunt’s house, where I spent a lot of my late summer and spring vacations as a kid.

I sent the picture to my parents to see if they can help. Stay tuned for updates.