So here’s more proof that the photography bug bit me pretty early. Also, check out the socks!
And I’m surprised I was able to match these up, but here’s the corresponding shot from my camera:
90% of my memories of Granny look like this. I’m starting to wonder how much of my life was spent standing on the front porch of the farm getting my picture taken. The only real difference between this and most of the other instances is that she wasn’t using her Polaroid. Maybe this was Mom’s camera.