This past Saturday, a memorial service was held for my grandmother whom passed away this past fall.
She lived a very full life. She obtained two masters degrees (mathematics and divinity), was an accomplished cellist and pianist, was heavily involved in the civil rights movement and never missed a morning completing her NY times crossword. She was a strong, intelligent woman. Not to mention, a mother of five.
In preparation for her service, a family my grandfather grew up with on the east coast sent us old pictures. They encapsulated me. For some reason, I feel that the composition of old photos in conjunction with the grain and texture of film, leave the viewer with a deep sense of wonder and beauty. It spurs on creativity--coming up with your own captions, dreaming of potential stories, feelings, or perspectives of the people within the frame.
Your grandmother was truly beautiful! I love those pictures, what sweet memories.