Dear Mrsatroxi,

This is a photograph of my GrandMom, with some guy. Really, nobody knows who he is.

This is my Mother’s mother, I wrote a little bit about her here.

I love this picture. Her dress, the silk stockings, her stylish shoes, her haircut. I love the blueberries and peaches (or are they raspberries and apples?) on the table behind her, and the lovely cheap car in the background. I’m fascinated by the too short tie on the man, and why on earth he thought a hat that light-colored went with his suit. By their shadows and the light, I try to figure what time of day it was. Why was a gas station a good place to take a picture? Why did they want to remember that particular moment?

My Mother once told one of my siblings that she likes it when I take her shopping, because she feels like a little girl again with me. She said she feels this way because I am so much like her mother was when she was young. In temperament.

She said she was patient and kind and generous and happy.

I hope so.

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