My grandmother, the one who taught me to knit, crocheted this antimacassar or doily. I stitched it onto a plain velveteen pillow. It’s at my sister’s.
On my mother’s side.
I realized I posted this photograph five years ago. But they were still looking at me in my living room today
Cecile Rowley Caven
My Grandfather’s Sister Jessie
Jessie Margaret Van Sickle, born 1878 passed in 1904, my maternal Grandfather’s sister. She is his only sibling who made it to adulthood. She was studying the singing of opera from what I’ve heard.
“died of consumption” it says on the Find-A-Grave post.
Barely legible but I’m grateful for the pencil notes
“Modern museum exploring the chronological evolution of humans, with focus on the Neanderthal period.” Muzej Krapinskih Neandertalaca
Found in my paternal grandmother’s photo album
I think the boy is my father’s brother Harold (Butch) b.1928
Because the woman’s face is in the shadow of the hat brim, I’m not sure if that’s my grandmother
Here’s a photo of young Uncle Harold at my parents wedding August 28, 1939. He was seventeen years younger than my dad. Uncle Alan is on the right.
