We’re gearing up for a reunion this Labor Day Weekend. Meanwhile, we’ll be heading down to the other side of the fam for a visit. My mom and I got together to go through them and scanned what we could for a group-effort PowerPoint made by Kory (thanks for coordinating everything!). There is so much uncommon, general “like” among us. We truly enjoy each other. Reunions and any kind of get-together are loud affairs. Every single person is interesting. We’re very lucky! So, I wanted to share some photos. I had time tonight to play around with Photoshop and one of my favorite pics – of my grandmother. Not great for showcasing my Photoshop skills, but it was fun.
Once I get some photos of the other side of the family I’ll post some of those also. I love old photos, even of strangers.
My grandmother, affectionally called “Mama” by me & my siblings. As the oldest, I couldn’t pronounce “Mama” in correct Italian dialect, so it’s more like “Moma” – or so I’m told. I think this photo of her is from the ISO? She’s gorgeous.
She was an artist, and patiently sketched profile after profile so I could learn how to draw people. (I still have one of her sketches here somewhere). Like elephants caressing the bones of those they knew as they walk their trail, Mom & I looked at photo after photo unable to separate real memories from memorized ones. I miss all of these irreplaceable people so much. We all do. I hope there’s a heaven.
So, here are some hops and skips through the life of my great grandmother, Mary Stodola Kazimour: