Today is my Grandma Ruby's 85th Birthday. This is a picture of her walking down the street in 1948, putting her at 25 years old (I think she'd already had three kids at this point!). I love how she looks so oblivious to the camera in this photo -- it looks like something out of a newspaper. It must have been taken by someone she knew (I'm guessing my grandfather), but it seems so detached.
Anyway, I love this photo and I love my Grandma. Happy Birthday!
I'm rock 'n' roll reporter turned work-at-home-mom who spends most of my waking hours either tending to my two kids or writing about food, music, people, and movies for money. Some would call me overly sentimental. I'd have to agree.