My grandmother* was born in 1907 and my grandfather in 1904. That means when I was born (1957) they were, respectively, 50 and 53 years of age.
(*Throughout these musings, I will refer to them as my grandparents. Even though they legally adopted me and were, therefore, my parents [for a while, at least], the story just gets too confusing if I call them that.)
These photos were taken in 1960, but my grandparents really didn't change much during the time I lived with them.
My grandfather had his hair cut in a "flat top" when he was in his 40's or so, and didn't waver from that style to the day he died. I used to love running my hand over his hair -- it was so soft and tickly.
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| I was trying to smile, but the sun was in my eyes. |
