in memoriam

remembering my grand-mother…

A few weeks ago, when I visited my mother in Caen for the 10k race, she gave me a copy of the following picture, which she recovered from my grandmother’s belongings. It features my grandmother holding my mother and a nephew (who most likely set the toys in front of both kids. Including the famous sailor I remember also playing with as a kid.) Just like the picture of my grandfather holding two sheep, posted a while ago (did I?!), I found this picture quite moving, both because my grandmother’s features had changed very little from those youthful days (she was 23 at the time) and because it brings back a distant past I only heard though my grandparents’ stories…