I've started a huge undertaking; I'm scanning my old photos, organizing them, and storing them on an external hard drive. I'm going to keep the hard drive in our fire-proof box. If we ever needed to evacuate our home, I could grab the box and not worry about the photos.
Anyway, as I was working on this project, I came across this photo of my grandma, taken before she even was a grandma. I realized that she was 40 years old when this was taken--not that much younger than I am now. (I know I'm closer to 50 than 40, but humor me!)
I don't know the story behind this photo--maybe my parents can fill me in--but I can relate to the contemplative expression on her face. Her boys were young adults at the time; she soon would welcome daughters-in-law into the family. One phase of life was ending, another beginning.
Perhaps I'm reading too much into the photo. I remember Grandma as always smiling, so it might have been that this was taken before she had a chance to turn toward the camera and protest about having her photo taken. I can hear her now, scolding the photographer about not even giving her a chance to smile.
Whatever thoughts she might have been having, I love this picture.
Thanks for cameras, old photos, and grandmas!