Still a little girl - on the edge of beginning to grow up. 1928 - no father in her life and the country poised to enter the Great Depression.
Winter in New Jersey was always snowy. Grandma with her mother in front of their house.
Grandma always loved roses. Now I know why. Who is the little guy? I surely don't know.
Grandma and her mother in front of some place they visited. Grandma looks so much like a 5th or 6th grader in this picture.
Gandma visiting the Great Smokey Mountains in the Appalachian Mountains. This is one of my favorite pictures of my mother.
15 years ago
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