The picture on the left is a photograph of a portrait my mom has of my grandparents. It's dated 1940. I think it's a charchoal. I'm not sure who the artist was; it may have been my grandmother. She was very talented. The picture on the right is from 1979. My grandmother died that fall. She was in her fifties when she died. I can't remember if she was 56 or 58, but either way it was too young. My grandfather went on to live about another 20 years. He died a couple of years ago.
I think the family revolved around her. She was a strong character. She had a rough life. She was part of a rather large family. Her father was cruel. I remember the summers that I spent with her as some of the best times of my life. She taught my brother and I how to play Rummy. She taught me how to cook, knit, crochet, and sew. She would do my hair. There's a lot of snippets I remember but nothing really fluid to be able to tell her story adequately.
She left a lasting impact on her family though. When we get together, even after all these years, we still reminisce. Her name was Mallette.