Grandma X 2....and the summer of 1942, Finn's little pot belly and snazzy knit swimming suit..LOL. The grandma I am standing the nearest too, my mom's mom, and my second mother, is the Gram who came to live with us that year. It was 6 months after the death of my grandpa, and she was 59 yrs. old. I love old pictures..not just of me, or mine,but of times that were and days gone by. The other grandma is my father's mother. I only knew her on once a year visits. Does it color your life? yes.. but in many way that wasn't bad. Her house up in northern WI was mysterious to me. She didn't have electricity, so we lit the lamps at dusk. The butter and eggs and milk were "down the well", in a pail. She had an outhouse, the first I had ever seen. We went up there every summer to pick wild blueberries, and there were many adventures with the northern cousins. This Grandma, on my Smith side, was a quilter. But I didn't learn of that until many years later. I don't remember quilts at her house, but they must have been there. I had thought I was the family's fFIRST quilter, since my mom and Gram didn't even sew. But years and years after this pic was taken, and both grandmas had died, my dads sister taught me to make quilts. In the following years she shared drawn out patterns of quilts that she and Gram Smith had made. I wish there were quilts I could claim, such as Dawn coming into Aunt Mary's quilt, but there aren't...at least as far as I know. So I treasure letters from the 1980's that Aunt Lucille drew on junk mail paper and sent to me To me, these "pieces" from my scrapbag are just as important as one more scrap of that red fabric I need...*VBS*.