Gram would’ve turned 102 today. At first, I honored her by posting the following picture of her dad and three of her seven siblings, thinking that she was holding the pickaxe:
But then it was pointed out that the axe-monger is actually Gram’s younger sister, Nancy. I don’t know exactly what is going on here, but I’m sure it was perfectly innocent and legitimate. I’d like to know where her other brothers were that day, leaving their sisters to toil with axe and barrow. The father looks a little ticked.
So I will now try again by posting this picture of Gram and me a few years ago:
I don’t know why the first aid kit was there on that particular occasion. Anyhow, now that I’m fairly confident that the woman in this picture is, in fact, my grandmother… Happy birthday, Gram! In your honor I shall now dine at an Italian restaurant and criticize the chef.