Since I am off the grid on hiatus in Maine, I'm not here to provide my week's picture playbook.
Have no fear, stills of autumn in Maine will be provided for your viewing pleasure next Friday!
As for the Friday at hand, it's a Friday Flashback! You remember the captivating baby photo of my mom? Well, here are a few more moments from my family's history...
Oh, how a picture is worth a thousand words! The dark humor my family harbors is displayed here.
The little girl is my grandma Mary Jo (my mom's mom), the man wielding the ax is my great grandfather Joseph, the woman whose throat looks to be in jeopardy is my great great grandmother.
This is my favorite photo of my great grandfather, Joseph. I look at this picture and I feel joy.
My grandma (his daughter) adored him. How could she not?! He was an Italian butcher (yes,yes I know. Someone has the be the stereotype!) with a heart of gold. Unfortunately, he passed away when she was a teenager.
I know this photo is formatted just a bit too large but I didn't want to shrink it.
I look at this picture and it makes me think of 'Kellermans' in Dirty Dancing. You see, that's my grandma (second from the right) after teaching a ballroom dancing class.
The other half of the equation that made my mom's (& therefore my) existence possible is this man. This is my mom's father & his mom. I love so many things about this photo; the era, the uniform, the proud mom with her son.
THIS is the glory that is my mom! She makes those glasses look good & that is no small feat.
I love how other than the difference in color & amount of hair, it's hard to tell my mom (being held by her grandma, Joseph's widow, Alice) apart from my brother Tony.
As for my brother & I, this is the difference more than a decade makes.
(Side bar: Yes, I loved Trolls. Didn't you?!)
Lastly, obviously illustrated above, I am my mother's daughter.
And that makes me proud (& flattered).