Gram would have turned 108 today. Here she is, working with a small fishing rod at a lake with one of her daughters. If that’s her oldest, which I think it is due to the stern look on her face, then this would be the late 1930s.

That fish was probably turned into a feast of great comfort. I take that back. Half that fish was probably turned into a feast of great comfort, and the other half was probably put in the freezer only to be baked into cookies or a “frittad” six months later.

Happy birthday!