This is a photo of Grandma Sunderland and her family. Not this Grandma Sunderland, as in me, but rather my father’s mother. Funny thing is, the older cousins all say I look like her. And once, I wrote an essay called “I’m My Own Grandma” which tells the story of me at my sister’s house, making biscuits, shortly after my grandson was born. I wasn’t quite used to being a grandmother yet but I did remember my Grandma Sunderland and her high fluffy biscuits. My sister is the one who, as I pulled them from the oven, the biscuits not the children, said, “You’re Grandma Sunderland!” I, who kept my family name through all my moves and changes.
So here’s the real Grandma Sunderland, standing at the end of a table full of children, her children, her children’s children, and food, and smiling. Circa mid-to late-1950s. She looks pleased. As would I be, and am, when my family gathers.
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The resemblance is quite clear, especially in the satisfaction of feeding the young’uns. I have been privileged to see that same divine feminine smile whenever you encounter babies and children. Big awwwwwwww.
Yep, that’s probably true. I hadn’t thought about it, but seeing the children does bring out the happy in me. Saw Mai today. That was nice. I smiled a lot.
What a neat picture to have of your grandmother. I don’t think I have many at all of mine. Well, I *know* I don’t, but my parents do somewhere.
I smiled to hear you weren’t quite used to be a grandmother yet. I’m still trying to get used to it, too.
Wellllll…. my grandson is now 24 and just became engaged… I guess I’m sorta used to it by now.
Thanks for posting. Yes, I like having her photos around. I just noticed tonight looking at it that our arms are alike!! Oh, my.
Fine memories.