Five very pretty women, the year about 1927. On the left end sits my grandmother. Second from the right is my very young aunt. The identities of the rest remain unknown though I suspect Grandma’s sister was sitting beside her. Anyhow, I love the joy in their faces. And there are the questions and mysteries. Are they on an all-girls weekend adventure? Did my aunt meet her future husband (my wonderful Uncle Dan) that weekend? What tomfoolery did they stir up? After all, along with joy, the looks betray a good measure of mischief.
