My grandmother was a stylish lady.
I think one of these ladies is my great grandmother, who I never met. Not sure about the kid in the carriage though.
My mom marching in a parade of some kind (she's the one looking at the camera). The girl behind her is my favorite part of the picture though.
My boyfriend looked at this picture and said, "I can't picture your mom riding a bike." But I've seen that--what I really can't picture is my grandfather riding a bike, as he was pretty much sedentary the entire time I knew him (he was a mailman and supposedly upon retiring vowed never to walk again). This picture is taken at their summer home in the Poconos. The expression on my mother's face tells you how excited she is to be there.
How does he manage to look so refined in that hat?
In the kitchen at the Poconos house. I like this photo despite the blurry foreground.
In addition to the white painted rocks and pink flamingos, they also had ceramic deer lawn ornaments that my brother and I used to pretend to ride.
One of my favorites. He really is citrus royalty.
This reminds me of a Stephen Shore photo. How many people match their outfits to the curtains in their hotel room?
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