Today would be my paternal grandmother’s 116th birthday. Above is her wedding photo. When I was growing up she was the grandmother I saw mainly on holidays. There were things about her I will never forget though. She made the best apple pie I have ever eaten, she always had glass jars of ice water in her refrigerator and Hershey candy bars on the dining room table, her living room had doilies on the tables and the back of the chairs and couch, she always wore dresses, and she taught my aunt’s dogs to pray. She was very religious attending mass every week no matter what and expecting her children and their families to do the same.
When I think about her she looks more like this though. This photo is from the mid 1940’s I guess based on the age my father (the son on the left) looks. My grandmother is about my age here. I think you can see where I get the gray hair.
Just this week for the first time I was able to see a photo of my grandmother’s mother. There was no date on the photo but it did have her married name so I guess it was taken after she married.
About ten years ago I was contacted by a very distant relative on a genealogy forum who shared a photo with me of our mutual relative. She is my grandmother’s mother’s grandmother. (Check out the crocheted shawl! I wonder if she made it.) Sadly there is no photo of her daughter (my grandmother’s grandmother) that I have been able to find.
As I get older I find myself wondering about these women, their lives and how I am connected to them.