On what would've been my grandmother's 91st birthday, I wanted to share some photos that I saw for the first time at her funeral.
With my grandfather. Wasn't he dashing?
Someone wrote on the back of this photo that it was taken in August 1943, at Foster Park. She would've been twenty. I remember spending some time in this park during my high school years...how it's changed!
This is my favorite photo ever of my grandmother and I'm so sad I never saw it until her sister brought it for the slideshow at her funeral. My grandmother was quite the woman about town in her young years and would tell stories about how she would go to the various dance halls with my grandfather and their friends. I loved to talk to her about what it was like growing up in the 1920s, 1930s and 1940s and I so wish she was still here so I could ask her about this photograph. She used to always show me old photos she would find at my uncle's house and it was always fascinating to learn who these people were and the stories behind the photos.
My grandma looks so happy and full of life in the photo above and that's how I want to remember her.