My grandmother would’ve turned 103 today. Here she is, presumably in the mid-1940s, with two of my aunts. I don’t know the occasion, but if that’s a yellow ribbon on my oldest aunt’s coat then I guess it might be related to the war.
Happy birthday, Gram!
Not to detract from the occasion, but while searching for a picture to post today, I came across this gem:
That’s my late great-aunt Nancy leaning out of the carriage on her wedding day in 1940. The groom, Julius, was killed in France a few years later and she never remarried. I imagine they made the most of their short time together.
I can make out one of the street signs (South Albany). I’d love to be able to rattle off the makes and models of the cars, but I’m not a car guy. Sadly, I can’t imagine a normal family like the Fortes having a procession like this down the streets of Chicago today. Or who knows? Maybe it still happens.