Thanksgiving Day 1955

Grandma and Grandpa are arriving with what I’m guessing are oranges for Thanksgiving dinner at our house. We’d know for sure if the color hadn’t faded to this.

I’m surprised it wasn’t at their place, since that was the usual center of family feasts.

Mom must have been feeling some trepidation. I’d love to hear her side of this event.


Grandma in a swing

Here’s another shot from the Oklahoma visit.

My memory of Grandma has her being largely quiet, even reserved or lost in her own thoughts, but I wouldn’t expect a moment of playfulness like this.

Also, she seems to have taken on a grandmother look at an early age. She’s barely in her forties here, yet appears to me to be much older.

I keep feeling I’m overlooking something central.