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Since work has been slow my Mom offered to pay me to go through all of my Nana's photographs and scan them in so we can eventually do something nice with them so all of my Aunt's and Uncle's can have their own copies of her pictures. While I was glad to help sift through thousands of these albums to help, once I was able to carefully peel them off and safely out of the extremely old albums, I found that my Nana wrote things on the back of all of her pictures.
My grandfather, my mother's real father, died when she was six of a brain aneurysm that no one knew he had. He went to sleep three nights after Christmas and just never woke up. My Nana met him when she was a young teenager, and fell madly in love with him. The kind of stuff you would see in movies, or read about in old war novels. She said he was the love of her life, and they were married when she was only fifteen or sixteen. Even though she re-married, she said she would never love anyone the way that she loved him. Even after being re-married for 40 years, she had every love letter he ever wrote her, every thing he ever gave her, and every photograph of him. My mom found all of these things hidden in the back of a linen closet in her bathroom in Palm Harbor when she began taking care of her. We've had them ever since. She told us she didn't want anyone to read her letters until after she had died because they were just too painful for her. Here are a few of the photographs I have been scanning. I spent the afternoon crying and sorting through old boxes of her belongings and hopefully this will help me in the grieving process.
This is my Nana on top of the roof of her apartment building in New York.
My Nana and my Grandfather
On the roof again
This is one of my favorites, I scanned in the back of the picture as well, it broke my heart a little bit.
It says something along the lines of "I wish I could put my arms around you like this now. You know how you are the prettiest soldier in the whole army, and that's no joke..."
My grandfather, my mother's real father, died when she was six of a brain aneurysm that no one knew he had. He went to sleep three nights after Christmas and just never woke up. My Nana met him when she was a young teenager, and fell madly in love with him. The kind of stuff you would see in movies, or read about in old war novels. She said he was the love of her life, and they were married when she was only fifteen or sixteen. Even though she re-married, she said she would never love anyone the way that she loved him. Even after being re-married for 40 years, she had every love letter he ever wrote her, every thing he ever gave her, and every photograph of him. My mom found all of these things hidden in the back of a linen closet in her bathroom in Palm Harbor when she began taking care of her. We've had them ever since. She told us she didn't want anyone to read her letters until after she had died because they were just too painful for her. Here are a few of the photographs I have been scanning. I spent the afternoon crying and sorting through old boxes of her belongings and hopefully this will help me in the grieving process.
This is my Nana on top of the roof of her apartment building in New York.
My Nana and my Grandfather
On the roof again
This is one of my favorites, I scanned in the back of the picture as well, it broke my heart a little bit.
It says something along the lines of "I wish I could put my arms around you like this now. You know how you are the prettiest soldier in the whole army, and that's no joke..."