Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Gosh, I really loved her. She died when I was 9 years old. I was with her (a trauma for another day) My brother sent this photo, which I can't remember ever having seen before, but I remember the hat and gloves, which played a large part of dress-up. Grandma had a box in her closet that had only dress-up stuff for the girls. I can still see the navy blue dress and the black velvet pumps. Thanks Pete!