This was my grandmother when she was a child. This photo fascinates me. A different world back then. What is she thinking, I wonder? Can you guess?
Pris (I never met her. She died when my mother, next to the youngest of six children, was 13 years old. My grandfather died five years later when a drunk driver drove him off the road. My mother had just started her first year of college and suddenly had no home to return to)