One thing I very much regret is that I never got to relate to any of my grandparents as an adult. They had all died before I was 25 and out of college. When I was five years old, my mom’s parents were already 68 and 70; my dad’s were 65 and 69. This means that almost all my memories of them are from when I was a child and to a child, of course, even 65 seems ancient.
My mom’s mother, henceforth referred to as “Grandma” had five children. She did not have her first child until she was 28 or so in 1916. My mom was born in 1924. My mom waited until she was 27 to have her first child, me, so my Grandma was already 63 or so when I was born.
Here they are when I was probably about a year old:
Here they are when I was about three:
They had just come back from a vacation to Hawaii, the only vacation I ever remember them taking on their own.
And this next picture is around the time of my sixth birthday (my mom is on the right):
My Grandma made almost all here own clothes; she was a terrific seamstress. Here’s a typical outfit:
And here’s a shot of the outfit my Grandpa was most often found in:
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