As some know, I've been going through the large amount of photos I brought home from my parent's home after my mother died six years ago. Today I'm going to make it mostly all about me.
My brother Robert. And me. He's three years younger so I was maybe five.
Our dog, Duchess, when we lived in San Diego. She was born 2 months after me and died when I was 14. We grew up together and I loved her and she loved me.
Me at maybe four with, I suppose, a cousin from the paternal side. I didn't know that side well but this would have been the grandparents house. German Shepherd puppies.
The grandparents, Blanche and Arthur. Me with the doll they gave me for Christmas. The doll my mother told (screamed) my father to put in the attic because a seven year old did something that terrible that she never saw it again. It was in the attic when I sold the house. I left it there.
Duchess.
Blanche and Arthur at their home.
I got to know Blanche about a year before she died. I started going to her house several times a week. She was nothing like I'd been told she was. She had a library full of books and she let me take whatever I wanted. I got many family heirlooms from her. Better late than never that I got to know her. She was a regal woman, smart and independent minded. She was pleased she got to see and know me before she died.
3 comments:
Amazing, photographs do tell some of the stories about our families. Thank You for sharing
What lovely photo's. I had a German Shephard too and Ioved her so much. This project is bringing up all kinds of emotions, I'm sure.
I'm glad you got to know your grandmother before she died.
Your mother taking away your doll, I'm so sorry.
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