I love looking at old pictures. Always have. Lately it seems a lot of old photos from both sides of our family have been popping up.
This is one of my favorites. It’s of my husbands maternal grandparents, Ruth and Lee (we call them Mamaw and Papaw.) They’re so stylish, Lee with his brimmed hat and Ruth in her hip heels – some would love to get their hands on those today. Don’t they just look so in love? My husband thinks they have a mischievous look on their faces but I think they just look happy.
Mamaw passed away a little over a year ago and we’ve all missed her terribly, especially Papaw. He never failed to show his love for her, always speaking words of love to her for all of us to hear – never anything cross. I was happy to be a witness to the testament of the vows they took long ago being lived out for all of us to see.
Mamaw was spunky and feisty and a wonderful story teller. My husband tells how he felt as if he was the greatest thing ever when around her because she always made sure to make you feel like you were the best at everything. And look at those legs! No wonder Papaw is smiling so.
Sometimes I think we forget that our parents, grandparents or any of our elders were once young, in love, stylish and maybe a little mischievous too. I’m glad we have this old photo. For me the only difference in Mamaw and Papaw in this photo and how they were the day Mamaw passed is how they looked on the outside. This will always be a constant reminder to me of our never failing youth, that’s always there, even though we may start to ache, wrinkle and sag a little.
What memories do you have to share? What ways do you remember those dear to you?