I went to Chandler, OK, on Saturday for Thanksgiving with my family on my mom’s side, though my dad was there because he’s always welcome. After lunch we were sitting around jabbering when my mom’s sister, Linda, busted out a blue bag filled with treasures that are right up my alley. Scrapbooks. Not just any scrapbooks, but the scrapbooks from my grandma Avis, who died before I was born. I know nearly nothing about Avis as my own mother died when I was 14. There were two, one of which was a high school scrapbook….like a senior book. Most of the stuff from the first book was all dated 1928-29.
Homegirl was all kinds of sentimental. I feel like I know a little bit more about myself after browsing these books of this stranger from my family. My mother’s mother. What a treasure.