All week, I've been going through all the boxes, crates, and suitcases, full of photos and heritage documents Gramma has collected and saved all her life. Scanning and editing the photos I hope to have published in the family newsletter. I've visited with Gramma a couple different times this week, asking questions about the photos. She has so much. There's old newspaper announcements and articles about family members; education and job accomplishments, birth and marriage announcements.
I love sitting on Gramma's bed with her, talking with her about the days when she was a child and young adult. Even though her body has failed her, her mind and memory are sharp as a tack.
Here's one of the photos I liked, Gramma was 12 years old with some of her brothers and sisters. She's the one sitting tallest in the photo, June 1933.
Tonight, I wonder what I will tell my grandchildren of my life. At the moment, my life seems so uneventful, too busy living it.
Growing up is painful...
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