Since I’ve hit both of my maternal grandparents, it’s time to show off my paternal side. Above is my paternal grandmother. I’m guessing she was about two years old or so. Her mother had died in the 1918 flu epidemic, so she was raised by her father, who remarried about five years later.
She died the same year that my daughter was born. She was an interesting grandmother to have, but she loved us all, and never failed to call us on our birthdays. I miss her, and wish I could talk to her again. I was closer to her than any of my other grandparents, which I didn’t realize until just now.