Of all of the pictures that I have, this picture of my sister and me and our grandmother is my favorite. I look at that little me and I see my daughter when she was that age. I also see where I thought cutting my own bangs would be a fabulous idea!! For whatever reason, I am fascinated by all of the details in the picture.
- My grandmother’s hair is so dark — I only remember it being silver.
- This picture was taken somewhere around 1956, so Nanny would have been only 56, three years older than I am now.
- I wonder what she is thinking as she looks at my sister in the wash basin. I can almost feel her hand on my shoulder.
- What is the Tag House that is printed on the calendar?
- Why is there a coat hanger hanging on the wall?
- I had forgotten that the kitchen walls and ceiling were wainscoting.
- I remember well the stove pipe coming out of the morning stove and the water heater that had to be lit by hand in back of the gas stove.
- I remember Nanny holding a special spoon (she kept in the cupboard in a paper towel tube) over the pilot light of the gas stove, melting Vicks Vaporub so that she could rub it on our chests and throats when we had colds. And then she would tie one of Grandpa’s socks around our throats to keep it warm!! I love looking at this picture. I always wish I could go back to that age and feel my grandmother’s love and caring again.
And this is my grandparents wedding picture. I believe they were married in June 1922. (Oops!! I accidentally typed in 1992 in the first version of this post — thanks Granny and Paisley for correcting me) I remember reading a copy of their wedding announcement. It said something to the effect that they had many good friends that were wishing them well in their marriage. But when they got married, they had nobody in attendance except the minister/pastor!! I always thought that kind of odd. Sissy and I have my Grandpa’s cleft chin and forehead. Nanny’s face and mine are the same shape. Sissy and I both have ash colored hair like Nanny’s. It’s so cool to look at how young they were and be able to see how we resemble them. In this picture, Nanny was 22 and Grandpa was 23.
There are those that would say that I seem to be stuck in the past, or that I spend an inordinate amount of time reminiscing about my grandparents, but I don’t think so. It was a very happy time for us, having our grandparents care for us. It’s only natural that when you have happy memories, you will re-visit them again and again. I have so many questions now that I wish I had asked them and of course, that time has passed. It’s my hope that I can provide my GrandDolly with the story of my life and how she and her mommy and daddy fit into it. Giving her a sense of who she is and where she came from is important, don’t you think?
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