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.
Labels: photobooth, vintage family photograph
4 Comments:
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.
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.
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.
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
-celeste
indiehonolulu@gmail.com
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