Our dining room:
Great-Grampa Wright:
Great-Grampa and Great-Grandma Wright – now I know where I get my height from:
My Great-Great-Grandparents (on my mom’s side):
My maternal grandmother as a little girl in Aberdeen:
My grandmother, Wilma Milne Wright. She was supposed to be named after her uncle, William Milne Wright, who was killed in WWI a few years before she was born. Along with sharing part of her name, A.A. Milne was one of my granmother’s favorite authors. When I look at this photo, I can’t help but think she looks a little like
Christopher Robin:
Grandma, all grown up:
My great-grandmothers – Dad’s maternal grandmother, and Mom’s paternal grandmother (aka, Gram Horton):
My maternal grandfather as a little boy:
He was one of twelve surving children; later, he and several of his siblings would contract polio, and he would just barely escape being crippled:
Four generations of Horton’s/Crozier’s – my grandfather being held by his mother, Gram Horton; to her left is her father, and to her right is her grandfather:
My grandfather in a tent while stationed on Alaska’s Aleutian Islands during World War II:
My grandparents, mom’s parents, at a dance in the 1950′s:
My grandmother (top) and my little sister (bottom), wearing the same knit coat on beaches in Scotland and Maine, respectively:
My dad, age six:
I love this photo of my mom – she looks so skeptical about the whole thing. Below is a Santa she made in grade school:
Our advent wreath:
Me, a mirror, and a tiny Christmas tree:
Dad, in his younger days:
Hannah:
Stephen:
We’re almost through… (to pt. 5)
