-- in a brass frame on a shelf next to where my grandmother would sit for hours and knit or crochet.
When my grandparents died, my aunt Barbara Butler was the executrix and she gave the picture to me still in its frame. Jump ahead almost twenty years, and my son asks for a baby picture of me to compare to his daughter, my granddaughter, whom he swears is my spittin' image.
I go to get the baby picture of me to scan and send to my son. When I open up the frame, I am surprised to find inside another picture --
-- My brother and I are confident that is a picture of my (living) aunt and maybe her prom date? We are pretty sure it is not our uncle.
So what's the sum? I went to retrieve a baby picture of myself, and in opening a frame that had not been opened in six decades I discovered another family picture behind it. Lesson learned? Don't assume what is inside things. Be they books, shoe boxes, pictures frames, or whatever. Look inside, you never know what you might discover.
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