Well, what a surprise!

I have always wished I had a picture of my grandmother in her rocking chair, but I didn't take pictures inside her house, and I'm not sure anyone else did.  On holidays if the weather was nice, the whole family would go outside for pictures.  What a treasure it would have been if I had pictures of every blessed room.  I would have taken a picture of the upstairs room where she spent hours making beautiful quilts, and every one of the four rooms downstairs.

Grandma sat in that rocking chair to listen to her radio soap opera in the afternoon (One Man's Family), crocheting all kinds of pretty things as she listened.  On Sunday afternoons after church,  she sat there to write letters to friends and relatives.  One of my cousins has the rocking chair now, and she has it looking like new.  

My first blog was on AOL, but they were losing customers by 2004 and decided to drop all the blogs.  They did make a way, however, to move our AOL Blogs to Blogger.  Unfortunately, I had used AOL most of the time for any pictures I put on an entry, so the AOL photos were mostly gone, but a few remained that I had put on a different platform.  However, each word was still there, and that's really the most important thing.  By 2004, I was using both AOL and Blogspot, knowing that AOL might do away with their blogs.  However, I didn't put the same stories in both of them.  I had more stories back then!  

I always wished I had a picture of Grandma sitting in her rocking chair.  

I went to my first blog, My Country Life, to look for a picture I'm trying to find.  Instead, I saw a picture I had totally forgotten of Grandma in her rocking chair, holding me as an infant.  It wasn't in its place in her living room, though; nobody had flash bulbs in 1944, so I'm sure my father carried the chair out so the picture would have enough light to show our faces.

My parents married in 1932.  My mother had at least one miscarriage, and also one boy that was delivered dead, full term, choked in the last two weeks before he was born by the umbilical cord.  That was in 1938, the same year her father died.  She said the baby moved around like they all do before birth until the last two weeks, and she knew something was wrong.  For those of us who have had children alive and well, just imagine how terrible that would be.  I can't even imagine.

But here I am, on Grandma's lap, looking much like my mother did as a baby.