Here is a photo of my grandmother at 18 years of age.
My niece looks exactly like her in this photo. I think that is her grandmother she is with.
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They are both really beautiful.
Thank you for sharing this lovely bit of your family history!
Here's a picture of my great grandparents and my great aunt at their home in San Francisco. Their family survived the great earthquake in pretty good shape. My grandfather's business didn't collapse or burn down.
My great grandma was still with us when I was a kid. She was a very stern and formidable old woman of the highest moral character. She was pretty sure the vast majority of people were going to hell. Only Repentance and God's Good Mercy could save you. Her son-in-law, my grandfather, the man my grandma married in a rare fit of teenage rebellion, was a drinking, gambling, booze smuggling, lunatic rocket scientist and military officer, a person who was most certainly going to hell. But of course a wife had a sacred duty to stay with her husband... My siblings and I were scared of our great grandmother. My grandfather was scared of her too.
My great aunt, that precious little girl holding a teddy bear, was always a wild thing, from the day she could walk. One day she jumped out the window and ran off to Hollywood to party with the movie stars. She married and divorced a handful of men before she found one that was worthy. She was still the party girl at her hundredth birthday and had never been ill a single day of her entire life.
My grandma was the "good girl" of the two sisters. She didn't live nearly so long and never had so much fun. I think there's a moral in this story...
