Aunt Peggy (who is visiting Mom) brought these old Polaroids by this afternoon. She and Mom must have drug them out of a dusty drawer.
Wow. I have to admit, there is a resemblance between Beatrice and her mommy. This is the first time I have noticed a true kinship. Oh, it makes me smile!
Brian observed that Dad’s “mustache is bigger than his waist” in the spirit of the times.
The bottom photo is Great Grandma West. Her name was Emmaline. She was my mother’s mother. I remember that she could cook a monster of a hoe cake. If you don’t know what that is, it’s a little cornmeal, little salt, little pepper and a bunch of grease. You can bet your bottom biscuit, it is a true delicacy. She also snuffed Honey Bee tobacco and could watch a bobber from a cane pole like nobody else.