Grandma Henke

This little picture reminds me of my grand parents who used to show up at our house on Christmas morning … an hour’s drive through the snowy roads.   Grandpa would be dressed in his Sunday suit and Grandma in her pretty Sunday dress and matching little hat with a net attached that went down over her forehead.  They wore nice warm coats, grandpa a hat, and grandma a scarf over the top of her hat … and boots.       I love the memories of my grandparents and how they dressed.   I don’t think I ever saw my grandmother’s wearing anything but skirts or dresses and sturdy shoes with square heels … and nylons.    It seems like such a long time between then and now … clear back when I was just a little girl and could sit on my grandparents lap.   But the memories are still bright and the love is still strong, and I am grateful.  I wish my grandchildren could know them.