Grandma Ellaene
I have some photographs for your viewing pleasure, this morning. Some of them are hilarious, some are sad, some have me thinking, "Did my parents want a boy?" and some inform the reason that I am the very girly girl I am, today.
The reason for these pictures, that I went digging through old photo albums - you know, the kind with the plastic cellophane sheeting covering a sticky surface, so you have to kind of dig behind the picture before you can get it free - is that my family lost my grandmother last Tuesday morning. She was a vibrant woman, always on the go, always reinventing herself, always changing. And she had a great smile.
She also loved to take pictures of her grandchildren. Or to put it in her words, "You want to have your picture made, honey?"
We'll start with a big bucket full of cute before we get to the tragic.
( Disclaimer: Management is not responsible for anything you snort out of your nose when you see these pictures. )
The reason for these pictures, that I went digging through old photo albums - you know, the kind with the plastic cellophane sheeting covering a sticky surface, so you have to kind of dig behind the picture before you can get it free - is that my family lost my grandmother last Tuesday morning. She was a vibrant woman, always on the go, always reinventing herself, always changing. And she had a great smile.
She also loved to take pictures of her grandchildren. Or to put it in her words, "You want to have your picture made, honey?"
We'll start with a big bucket full of cute before we get to the tragic.
( Disclaimer: Management is not responsible for anything you snort out of your nose when you see these pictures. )