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.
