Having introduced my maternal grandparents, allow me to present their daughter this Saturday in sepia. Since it's Mother's Day, after all.
This photo has fascinated me since I first saw it as a child.
Imagine my surprise when, visiting the museum in St. Paul, Minnesota, a couple of years ago, I saw a slideshow that included a similar shot of another family. Turned out this was taken by an itinerant photographer who was in the area.
Anyway here's my mom with her two brothers around 1926.
There's rather a dearth of teenage photos of my mother, but here she's the college novelist circa 1947, possibly posing for a book jacket.
Below: I think this was taken at the University of Michigan where my parents met, just before decamping in 1952 to the University of Washington where my father had scored a job under poet and fellow Michiganian Theodore Roethke.
Twenty years later, my mother putting up with a rather silly photo shoot for an article about my professor father in the local paper. Yes, that's me aft, looking goofy. My daughter is now about that age. Good grief.
And another twenty or thirty years down the line, me mum enjoying her garden.
Happy Mother's Day!