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The subject of the email reads, "picture of our grandmother." I click on the attachment, and a young woman unfolds before me. In the old photo, all of her features are grainy, softened, but there is enough. Enough to see her shiny, brown hair brushed back, a forthright look straight into the camera. Enough to see she is a formidable woman. I immediately assume the picture is of my father's mother, whom I knew. Then I realize, no, this is my mother's mother, my grandmother Delia Duggan, who died long before I was born.
How many of us have pictures in dust-covered albums, or stuffed away in drawers we never open, pictures that would mean so much to those in the family who haven't seen them? In a town near Boston, Mass., a thoughtful cousin has been going through family pictures after the death of his parents. He found this one, and was kind enough to send it along. Could he have imagined how much this tiny gem of history would mean to me, and to my three sisters?See the full content of this document
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Old Photos Help Us Understand Who We Are
Our mother died when she was 45, in a sudden car accident, a single cataclysmic clash of metal and mortal that snatched her ...
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