This week's installment of my grandfather's autobiography included the death of his mother when she was 64 and he was 18. He was the youngest of her six children, born 22 years after her first child, Lillian.
The three photos above were the only I had ever seen of her until recently (the woman on the right is her sister Elizabeth Hobbs Snell). My grandfather had written that he had a photograph of her as a child in London but I did not remember ever seeing it and had no idea if it still existed. Then in December, with my birthday card, my stepmother sent me some photos she found while cleaning out a desk. Among them were these:
Well, you'll just have to imagine my excitement, but I can tell you I was practically shouting out loud. I couldn't believe I was finally holding not only the photo I had been hoping still existed somewhere but another of her as a young woman.
I am so amazed and grateful to have all these images of my great-grandmother. While I am fortunate to have at least one image of each of my great-grandparents I don't have anything like this range in ages for most of them, this is such a gift.