This week my grandmother (who has been dead for 30 years) would have been 103. In honor of the occasion my very thoughtful older brother sent out several pictures. I was 3 when my grandmother died so I don't really remember her. I remember that her house was full of afghans, candy and piles of stuff. I have looked at the pictures again and again. I love the hair and the smiles but mostly I love the way that the little kids in these pictures now look just like people who are holding them.
When the hubbs saw the picture of my grandma and my dad he said, "what a great picture of your little brother." (for the record my little brother does not wear glasses like that)