My grandmother passed away.
She was 89.
Yesterday I was helping my mother go through some of her old photos, and I came across a couple of dynamite Polaroids.
The first picture was taken at a wedding in 1968, and it's a rare shot of my mother's immediate family all together.
I know the exact spot where they're standing, and It's really funny to me that they're all posing on the opposite side of the church. I mean, there's an impressively massive church right across the sidewalk from them that would make for a far more interesting backdrop.
However, I prefer this angle (selfishly) because eighteen years later, I ended up spending quite a lot of time skateboarding in that parking lot stretching into the distance.
I know the exact spot where they're standing, and It's really funny to me that they're all posing on the opposite side of the church. I mean, there's an impressively massive church right across the sidewalk from them that would make for a far more interesting backdrop.
However, I prefer this angle (selfishly) because eighteen years later, I ended up spending quite a lot of time skateboarding in that parking lot stretching into the distance.
And the high school my brother and I went to is visible back there, as well.
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| Mom (age 16), Aunt T, Uncle G, Butchie, Uncle J, Ernest, Aunt D, Uncle H, and Sissy. |
This second picture is a shot of my grandmother holding my sister, Christine, when she was pretty tiny.
Christine doesn't really look like that anymore.
I remember that corduroy couch they're sittin' on. And that mirror with the gaudy gold frame. I'm gonna guess that there's an ashtray on the end table to the right... and probably another one on the coffee table just out of sight.
As for what's going on with that other couch cushion parked over on the left side ...
Your guess is as good as mine.
