I’ve been sorting through family pictures for weeks. When my aunt was getting to move to assisted living, I brought all her pictures to my house. Many of her pictures had been her mother’s pictures — my grandma — and her mother’s mother’s pictures — my great-grandma. This is my father’s family, so there were lots of pictures of him, from baby on up. And…
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Dispatches from a Porch Swing to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.