I’d like you all to further meet Kaye, my great-grandmother. These are barely the surface of a mountain of personality-filled photos of her and she lived into her 90s so there are years of personality to have.
Highlights from this set include:
an... I’d like you all to further meet Kaye, my great-grandmother. These are barely the surface of a mountain of personality-filled photos of her and she lived into her 90s so there are years of personality to have.
Highlights from this set include:
an... I’d like you all to further meet Kaye, my great-grandmother. These are barely the surface of a mountain of personality-filled photos of her and she lived into her 90s so there are years of personality to have.
Highlights from this set include:
an... I’d like you all to further meet Kaye, my great-grandmother. These are barely the surface of a mountain of personality-filled photos of her and she lived into her 90s so there are years of personality to have.
Highlights from this set include:
an... I’d like you all to further meet Kaye, my great-grandmother. These are barely the surface of a mountain of personality-filled photos of her and she lived into her 90s so there are years of personality to have.
Highlights from this set include:
an...

I’d like you all to further meet Kaye, my great-grandmother.   These are barely the surface of a mountain of personality-filled photos of her and she lived into her 90s so there are years of personality to have.

Highlights from this set include:

an adorable shot at the beach in Florida with my great-grandfather in 1960 (about age 42) 

Kaye (with my lurking great uncle in the background) shoving an entire bakery item into her face in 1964 with “SEE MY PUNCH BOWL GUESS WHAT I AM EATING?” written on the back.  I suspect what she is eating is ‘Cuchen’, which she pronounced ‘kooch-in’ but was definitely a corrupted version of the German word for cake, Kuchen, thanks to her German ancestry on one side.  I was not a fan of it, but the rest of my family was a little obsessed.   I don’t know what the deal with the punch bowl is.

Easter 1968 rocking some serious green in front of her house, age 51.

A literal potato sack dress (’looks like a sack. feels like a sack. is a sack’) which features the helpful caption on the back: “Christmas 1958  Sack dress from Myrtle.”  I don’t know who Myrtle is, but her humor is on point.  I’m sure this was a joke about great-grandmother looking bomb in everything, honestly, because here is a woman who Showed The Fuck Up to everything and rocked it. 

And my favorite one, from a set of several in which she and my grandmother are painting pine cones.


I’ve fixed and adjusted most of these, but nothing super dramatic.  Color correcting the color photos to account for time-earned orange, mostly.