Friday, February 02, 2007

Photobooth Friday

the pic is damaged, but still lovely.
My grandmother (my mom's mom).
Her name was Mary Ellen.

She has been gone for decades (only 66 years old...too young. I was robbed of more time with her), but not a day goes by that I don't miss her.
I'll guess this shot was taken in the 1930's.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

That is a beautiful photograph. My grandmother was so important to me also.I think of her all the time.She loved unconditionally, something I hope I can achieve with my grandchildren if I ever have any.

4:22 AM  
Blogger Suburban prep said...

My father's mother and I were very close. She passed away when I was 34 and three months shy of my wedding. I wanted her to dance the Irish Jig at my wedding as she had at my brother's and sister's. I know she was dancing up in heaven though. She was just shy of her 98th birthday so I know she lived a long good life but I have to say I miss her everyday.
I talked to her almost everyday. I would call her from work no matter where in the country she was. In the end she lived 6 blocks down the street from where I lived.
So keep your memories of your grandmother strong they are what make us who we are.

7:43 AM  
Blogger woof nanny said...

Dear 'anonymous' and SubPrep: thank you for your comments that left me teary this morning :). I don't always get notification of your email, or I would write you a little note. But thank you for taking the time to comment, and for reading this blog.

9:37 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I completely stumbled upon you by accident. I love all of your beautiful old photo's some of the very best I've seen.
I do a little bit of photo restoration as a side job I'd love to work on a few of the ones you have posted, for free of coarse (or you could make me something fun)
let me know

1:21 AM  

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