Great-Grandpa B. holding Yours Truly, ca. summer 1978.
I don’t remember Great Grandma and Grandpa B. very well – they died when I was around three or four years old. My grandparents found these shots, scanned ’em and sent them my way. It’s a strange thing to see relatives long-dead holding me with utter looks of pride on their faces.
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And it really looks like you too. Holy carp.
Umm, that’s ’cause it is me. *grin*