June, 11 months with her Grandpa Peterson. July 1931.
I have several photos from this same day. I love this because it makes me feel like this must have been a very special event. I’m guessing it was Independence Day—see the flags on the car? And speaking of the car, how cool is that? But my favorite part is my Great-Great Grandpa Peterson looking over my Grandmother. I hope this picture was taken because someone thought it was a sweet pose that showed the love of a Grandfather and Granddaughter.
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