Hazel, George, Agda & Mips. 1923.
Hazel, my great-grandmother.
Agda, my great-grandmother’s sister.
Mips, my great-grandmothers life-long friend.
I told you about Agda (Ugh-duh) last week, remember? And was I right? I mean, I know my great-grandmother wasn’t a looker, either. But
Ugduh Agda kinda reminds me of Moaning Mrytle! Poor girl.
Here’s one more, just for
This is Agda with Harry. Not sure who he is, but I’m pretty sure he ended up being admitted to a mental institution. I’m not making this stuff up!
OK, that’s the last one I’m going to make fun of. I’m sorry, Agda. I hope my great-great-great-niece doesn’t do this to me!