Today would have been my grandmother’s 114th birthday. I haven’t seen this picture before, or at least I don’t remember it. But I know when it was taken, which was her next-to-last birthday. I know where it was taken, which was at her dinner table. And I remember that look. I hope that whoever did the shopping that day brought the right stuff. Elsewise?

I’m sure everything turned out okay on that particular day. The heart and the hearth of the family were right there.

And there was Lambrusco in the bag.

Happy birthday!