Throwback... Saturday?

My sister recently unearthed some photos from her garage:

Nope, that's not some gauzy Instagram filter;

it's an honest-to-goodness photo from 1972.

I'm the one standing in the back, and the tiny red-haired lady?

My great-grandma O.B.,

born Ernestine Stockstill in 1898.

Here she is as a pretty young girl:

Family lore is that her father was a riverboat gambler,

and whether or not that is true, 

she certainly had both the affinity for cards

and the salty language to make it believable.

I dunno... I love how easy cellphones and digital cameras

have made taking a photo,

but I worry we'll lose out on the delight of finding an old photo.