Thanks, everyone. I had not mentioned that besides the antique, large, framed portraits, I was bequeathed 30 (!!!) photo albums. Those pictures will, of course, be sorted out, scanned, perhaps made into collages, or put under glass on a table top, as you suggested. The duds will be discarded. The big ones, though, of the babies--including a little guy who was kidnapped and murdered when he was eight years old--are in the 16-inch by 22-inch range, and in ornate,old-fashioned frames with picture wire for hanging. In a way I "get it" that the subjects don't care--and that people like to purchase "instant ancestors"-- but I just can't send those babies to strangers. (All right, face punch, I know. Stupidly sentimental.) I will keep them, and make part of one wall in my home a photo gallery with a rotating collection. Sometimes the dear little Edwardian babies will be displayed--sometimes a framed Yeats poem that I like, sometimes my framed print of a Great Lakes freighter…you get the picture. (Pun intended.) At some point when I am old, I will destroy the old photos, as I will the quilts that my grandmother made especially for me--they will be faded and threadbare by that time. I think I understand why Cassandra Austen destroyed some of Jane Austen's letters that she felt were too personal--I feel uncomfortable about letting personal, emotional family things go to strangers who will not look at them the same way.