Meet my grandparents, Bert and Mildred. Both of them were born and raised on farms in Kansas. Both moved to and met in Long Beach, California. I grew up spending my summers at their home in Pasadena. I have such great memories of swimming at the swim club down the street. I spent a lot of time in their kitchen listening to coffee percolate, eating basted eggs and bacon (crisp), stuffing myself with cherry tomatoes from my grandpa’s garden and smashing silly putty over the funny pages so I could stretch and distort the images. If you need a visual, go no further than Don and Betty Draper’s kitchen. The similarities give me chills every time I watch Mad Men.
My grandmother passed away December of 2007 at the age of 95. Three weeks later, at the age of 97, my grandfather followed her. I am very lucky to have had them in my life. And also very lucky that I made it to an age where I could really appreciate them. I have to give a special shout out to my grandmother who left behind photographs like these. Just as much as I love the images, I love her inscriptions on the back. They are uniquely *her*.
So now I’m going to nag you. If you haven’t already, make sure that you get your images off of your computer and into books or albums. Try to include a little blurb with them as well. your grand-kids will thank you some day.