photos from my Aunt's house. There are a lot.
Diana has a special story (don't we all, though?).
My maternal grandparents were born and raised in Oklahoma.
They lived there through the depression and moved out west to California for I guess what seemed like a better life for the family they were starting.
Things didn't exactly go right, my grandfather took to dishonest ways and my grandmother often ended up alone with the kid's in a tiny rural town. During one of my grandfather's absences, Diana was born. At this time, both Diana and my Grandma Marie were ill. Marie already had several other children and under the circumstances couldn't provide for all. The story gets foggy here but long story short, Diana was adopted by a loving family and went to grow up in a home a few miles away, but what would seem like world's apart.
Fast forward to the 1960's, Mom and Dad are engaged and a photo of my Mom appears in the paper. Diana finds it, thinks it looks like her-and the Mother that raised her tells her the truth.
Diana then finds my Mom and the similarities between the two are unmistakable. The funniest ones to me are the way they speak and use their hands, how they share the same decorating tastes...just funny little things you wouldn't necessarily think are genetic but...
I love knowing more about my family. When I hear a person's "story" it's hard for me not to like them. We all have our struggles, we're all human, we all have our moments to share.
Okay, enough with the cheeseiness.
I don't tell this story very well. You should hear my Mom or Diana tell it.
Anyway...enjoy your Wednesday!
