We have a lot of photos that are just laying around the house degrading. Since our internet was down most of the day yesterday, Jerame started scanning them so I could have them on my computer.
This is his favorite picture of me. It's February 1976. I'm 3. I'm at my grandparents' house in Zanesville, Ohio. Until I was about 6 I had that big mop of curls. People in the grocery store would tell my mother, "What a pretty little girl!"
I was talking to my mom over the holidays and she told me that my grandma is in the hospital. Grandma is in her 90s now. She is moving into a nursing home when she feels better, but she's not happy about it. She's been rather independent since my grandpa died. She never remarried. He died the next year, I think. They were married for over 40 years.
Here's to the new year and remembering the past.