This is my maternal grandmother, born in 1887. Isn’t she gorgeous? I’m guessing this picture was taken in her late teens or early twenties before she was married. In the right lower corner there is a ghost hand about which she doesn’t appear to be overly concerned. We believe the original photo was cut in half , so whoever was sitting opposite her remains a mystery.
I love her tidy dark hair, the high collared blouse and her high-waisted skirt. That pensive gaze rivals the Mona Lisa.
And here she is, some seventy years later.
Still gorgeous, still smiling, but with a little less hair to pull back with pins. She is posing with my brother, my sisters and me (on the right), four of her twelve grandchildren. After this fleeting moment in time she had a lot more years of her life left to live. An unforgettable lady.
“The more we love the more we lose. The more we lose the more we learn. The more we learn the more we love. It comes full circle. Life is the school, love is the lesson. We cannot lose.”
― Kate McGahan