
This is another strange one today. The picture has always intrigued me because I can’t quite figure out what the picture is of. Is it the girl? The horse? Or is that a zebra? Or is it a horse painted like a zebra? Is it a parade? Does the guy to the far right have a tripod?
The weirdest part is the back: Tiuahajana, Mexico, August 1952
Is that really a city in Mexico? And who was in Mexico? I don’t remember a story about my Grandparent’s going to Mexico the year after they were married. It’s a mystery.
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My little brother turns 30 tomorrow. The first image that comes to my head when I think of him is a picture of him at about 10 or 12. I can’t believe 30 years ago he was born. 30 years ago is a long long long time ago.
Don’t think so? Just look a little closer at this picture taken on Jason’s first birthday. You may notice my Grandmother is wearing a wig. Also, that my Grandfather looks like…JR Ewing? Donald Trump? And if you look a little closer you’ll see white dining room chairs with gold crushed velvet seat cushions.
So, yeah, 30 years? That’s a looooooong time ago.
Which makes my brother really really old.
J, I’ve loved you for 30 years! Happy Birthday!

My Wedding Shower. 1951.
I know this is kind of a weird picture. Its actual size is only about 2 inches square. But I’ve always liked it. It’s a picture of Grandma’s wedding shower–the centerpiece, I guess? It’s romantic that she kept the picture so long. And that she even took the picture to begin with.
The other thing that I like about this picture is that I have a glass serving platter that Grandma received as a gift at that shower. When I hold that platter and think of this picture, it makes me feel like I am really there experiencing a 21 year old Grandma at her wedding shower. It’s an indescribable link to her and to our past.