In 1930 my Mother was one year old. Photography was sometimes challenging. The light isn’t right. The camera operator is shaky..
My Mother has marked this photograph “Me.” Now, I know who it is..but will my children or their children? Probably not.
This is a photo of my Mother in 1930. I cropped this out of another larger photo..it needs some restoration. I will put it on my list of things to do. I believe my Mom was not yet one year old in this photo. There are only three photographs of her in 1930. These are two of them.
Today is my Mothers birthday, we will meet for lunch in town at the place that serves the sour cream and raisin pie, then she is off on one of her many volunteer activities. I suppose I could tell you that she was a few days short of being twenty one when she married my Father..sixty years ago:)