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Friday Family History: Great-grandmas in Photos

I'm fortunate to have photos of four women I never met, but who paved the way for me:  my great-grandmas.  Not only do I enjoy seeing their faces, I love to see their attire.  I'm not really a hat person, but given some of these photos, maybe I should be.





Did you ever meet any of your great-grandparents?
 
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Thanks for great women, with hats or without!

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  1. NancyAugust 2, 2013 at 9:17 AM

    Fun photos!

    My maternal grandfather is the only grandparent that I knew.

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  2. Marisa BAugust 2, 2013 at 9:58 AM

    None.. I grew up with my Paternal Grandparents....great photos!!!!

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  3. JennaAugust 2, 2013 at 4:10 PM

    I was lucky to know several of my great-grandmothers. Both of my parents' moms were still living when I was a child. I did not see them often, but it was nice to meet them & talk to them when I did.

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  4. JennaAugust 2, 2013 at 4:12 PM

    Oh yeah, and I knew my dad's dad's parents as well. Four great-grandparents were quite a lot!!

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  5. ChristineAugust 2, 2013 at 6:04 PM

    It looks like your four great-grandmas were very different types of people!
    I knew my paternal great-grandma. I remember going to her house at least once a week. The adults would play cards, and we'd watch them, watch TV, or play. I still remember the house, but especially the cuckoo clock. It was the one and only cuckoo clock I've ever seen in someone's home. I would sit and wait for that bird to come out every hour. She passed away when I was 10 or so.

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  6. The A TeamAugust 2, 2013 at 8:26 PM

    Hi Kristi..yes, I met my Gr-gma, and knew and spent time with her quite a few times before she died. It is such a joy. my lil cousins(and nephew) are getting to know they great grandparents which is pretty sweet!

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  7. Tamara CameraAugust 3, 2013 at 7:28 AM

    My Nana Grace! She passed away when she was 99. Her daughter, my grandmother, is 99 right now and will be 100 in November. I come from some longevity genes, it appears!

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  8. UnknownAugust 3, 2013 at 9:38 AM

    I never met any of my great grandparents or even my maternal grandparents but I do see that changing as we continue to live longer. Amara's maternal great grandmother lives in Michigan so they have never actually met. Her paternal great grandmother died when Amara was two but they did get to know one another and we have lots of photos of the 2 of them.

    I am certainly hoping to BE a great grandmother someday!

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