Getting to know you, Grandma

Due to a devastating fire that happened years ago, many of the photographic memories from my mom’s side of the family went up in smoke. My sweet Aunt has a few remaining pictures of the family and has recently been sharing them with me-‘her favorite niece’.
(Note: I am her only niece…)

My Grandpa (my mom’s dad) is the man on the right wearing the ‘old man onesy’. Grandpa didn’t mess about when it came to fishing. Nor when it came to love. Grandpa was madly in love with my Grandma. But she passed away at the age of 53. I was only three at the time-I don’t even remember what her voice sounded like. And up until yesterday, I had only one picture of my Grandma.


I see where I get my sass from and my love for men’s oversized flannel shirts.


My Grandmother looks classy and so full of life. We would have gotten along famously, I am sure.
Because of these photos, I feel a bit of a connection to the woman I never knew. I feel my Grandmother would understand my weird spiciness.
Or at least pretended to understand..but at any rate, I would have another ally on my side. And I need all the help I can get.

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