My brother and his little lady (and I do mean little, we’re talking 5″ even I believe) went and spent some time with my mama. While they were down there, they took some pics of some OLD pics. I love love them.
It’s amazing that I started out as this cute little blond girl with stick straight hair and ended up as a red-haired, curly mopped woman. Genetics are funny that way. Miss Rose keeps telling Miss Margaret (who looks a bit like a used to) that she’s going to end up with hair just like mine. Only time will tell. My hair didn’t turn curly until I was 19.
I’m gonna go reminisce some more.
Hugs and stuff,