I was looking back at some old pics I had of various members of the family and I found two that sort of made me double-take. I had to ask my Mom about it and she straightened me out. I found an old photo of my Grandma in 1928 when she was 13. I saw another picture of my Mom in 1952 when she was 6. Before I knew the dates, I figured they were the same person spaced only by a few years. They are old pics…I mean really really old pics. Who could tell?!
Anyhow, even more than the similarities between these pictures, I think both pictures look like my Mom as I remember her when she was younger (but that was a looong time ago). I don’t really know what my point is other than to say it’s weird to see old pictures of people. As long as I can remember, my Grandparents were old. They both had gray hair and wrinkles and all of the old Grandma/Grandpa sorts of things. I love my Grandma tremendously and miss her indeed. My Grandpa is 95 and still a riot. I guess he probably has been old for as long as I can remember.
But it is strange to look back at these pictures and think that my Grandparents were young and frisky and aggravating to their parents. They rode scooters and climbed trees and played kickball and talked too much in class. They became teens and twenty-somethings and parents and went through all of the same things we are going through raising our kids.
Does anyone else have a hard time seeing their elders as…well…regular people? As I age (but I am still dang young!), I think I am starting to understand. I see a resemblance between those pictures for sure, but I believe I am beginning to see a resemblance between our lives as well…and it’s a lovely picture.