My grandparents Harriet Stevenson and Harry Ruley on their wedding day on January 1st 1942. Since they didn’t want to be Harry and Harriet my grandmother went by Steve most of her life. Great people.
My grandma at 16, right before her wedding: today would have been her 100th birthday. Grampa went off to war at 17, so she worked in a steel mill making airplane wings to keep busy.
My great grandparents, my great grandaunt and a bunch of bathing buddies. (1916). This picture was in bad shape having been kept in a suitcase in a damp basement since the 60s. It and the other 300 pictures were almost faded to blank. Photoshop does wonders.