Is She Your Mom?
I was working through some old family photos.
I have a scan of a photo of my grandmother as a baby in the arms of her mother. The original is printed on a cardboard like paper.
My great grandmother on my father's side was rather...handsome.
I also found a photo of my grandmother Vivian when she was around the age of 18.
I find the resemblance between us eerie. The very eerie thing is that I can also see a shocking resemblance between my grandmother and my niece, Shannon.
My father was a very handsome fellow and he knew it. He grew up very poor. He was one of six and his mother died very young.
His father abandoned the family and moved to Louisiana to start a new life. My father was just a toddler.
My mother was pretty, I always thought. She never felt that she was good looking enough for my dad, though. She somehow felt really lucky to have landed my Errol Flynnesque father, even though his looks did not match his personality. I think she may have married him for his looks. I have no idea why he married her. My oldest sister might be a good reason...
Oddly enough, she was abandoned by her mother.
More than once she was left somewhere wrapped in a blanket. One time - under a bridge. Mom said that her mother favored her male children and didn't really care about the girls.
Her father tried to raise her, but he was busy. There was a lot going on in Germany at the time...
She lived in an orphanage for awhile. Opa Martin married a woman in hopes that baby Margaret would be taken care of while he was away on business trips. The woman turned out to be an abusive horror. Coming home early from a trip, he found marks on Margaret's butt. The woman was thrown out.
I never met any of my grandparents. The ones on my father's side died before I was born. The ones on my mother's side lived in Germany and we weren't the types to travel. I spoke to my Opa Martin once on the phone in the 70's.
My mother had me sort of late in life. She was in her late 30's. Risky business back then. She was often referred to as my grandmother by people who didn't know us.
"Your grandma is here."
"Ask your grandmother if..."
"She's not your grandmother? Is she your mom?"
Yes, that old lady is my MOM!
I have a scan of a photo of my grandmother as a baby in the arms of her mother. The original is printed on a cardboard like paper.
My great grandmother on my father's side was rather...handsome.
I also found a photo of my grandmother Vivian when she was around the age of 18.
I find the resemblance between us eerie. The very eerie thing is that I can also see a shocking resemblance between my grandmother and my niece, Shannon.
My father was a very handsome fellow and he knew it. He grew up very poor. He was one of six and his mother died very young.
His father abandoned the family and moved to Louisiana to start a new life. My father was just a toddler.
My mother was pretty, I always thought. She never felt that she was good looking enough for my dad, though. She somehow felt really lucky to have landed my Errol Flynnesque father, even though his looks did not match his personality. I think she may have married him for his looks. I have no idea why he married her. My oldest sister might be a good reason...
Oddly enough, she was abandoned by her mother.
More than once she was left somewhere wrapped in a blanket. One time - under a bridge. Mom said that her mother favored her male children and didn't really care about the girls.
Her father tried to raise her, but he was busy. There was a lot going on in Germany at the time...
She lived in an orphanage for awhile. Opa Martin married a woman in hopes that baby Margaret would be taken care of while he was away on business trips. The woman turned out to be an abusive horror. Coming home early from a trip, he found marks on Margaret's butt. The woman was thrown out.
I never met any of my grandparents. The ones on my father's side died before I was born. The ones on my mother's side lived in Germany and we weren't the types to travel. I spoke to my Opa Martin once on the phone in the 70's.
My mother had me sort of late in life. She was in her late 30's. Risky business back then. She was often referred to as my grandmother by people who didn't know us.
"Your grandma is here."
"Ask your grandmother if..."
"She's not your grandmother? Is she your mom?"
Yes, that old lady is my MOM!
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Is THAT your MOM???
I've heard that before too!