Leaving early for a meeting in Baton Rouge this morning, I'd like to share a couple of vintage photos of my Nannie and Papa who graced yesterday's photo and intro to the upcoming story posts.
I don't know if the early 50's is quite "vintage" yet, but these photos of me with my Papa in the country are two of my favorites. It's hard to miss all that love and adoration in my eyes.
Even though Nannie and Papa were in fact our great aunt and uncle, growing up they were our grandparents in every other way. They were a stability and touchstone for us that provided unending unconditional love.
Mom and I lived with them when we came back from England, and Dad still had a little Air Force time to finish up.
Papa made my doll bed and my doll clothes wardrobe for me. Is it any wonder that when I said I wanted to take piano lessons, that they would do whatever they could to provide?
So much love...so many treasures...and, so may angels on my shoulders!