In grandparents, that is. Dad sent me these photos to show me how cute I was (it’s true, isn’t it?) But what I loved about them was the grandparents pictured with me. Great-Grandpa Driver, Great-Grandma Gorden, and my beloved Grandma Loretta. I have such yummy memories. Going to Grandpa’s wonderful stone house, the smell of his shop, feeding candy to “Pete”, reading his books, looking at his collections. I thought Grandma Gordon’s house was the best, especially the outhouse and having to pump water outside. I especially loved it when she took her long braids out and combed her hair. Grandma Loretta memories are plentiful; making (and eating) her Pot Pie, admiring her flowers and sitting on the bird house up in her backyard tree. How wonderfully, stubbornly independent she was. And how she spoiled “my” dog, Brandy. Send me some more memories, dad … okay?

ps. My mom was pretty cute too, wasn’t she?