This is a picture of my children with their great-great-grandparents.

Great-great-grandparents who are still alive and well in Provo. (This photo is a couple of years old, and I really should go for another visit.) I’ve had my great-grandmother, Afton, write a letter to my daughter, Zoe, so that Zoe would have a neat little piece of remembrance. How many girls have a letter written to them by a great-great-grandma? Not many, I believe. Afton is a neat lady; funny, quick as a whip, and I like to listen to her stories. There exists a hardbound book of her family’s history (called the “Jolly Book”, after her family’s name) that I’m dying to get a look at one day.

On a more basic level, I love this picture because it reminds me of a few things about that day:

1) Zoe was going through a “Sunglasses Phase”.

2) My great-grandparents have no toys in their house, so the kids fought over who got to play with the cow door-stop.

3) Even though my great-grandfather’s hearing is bad, Jachin read him Lego catalogs all afternoon, and my great-grandfather nodded like he understood everything. Then they rocked together on the rocking chairs on the front porch.

2 Comments »

1. And here I thought we were blessed with great grandparents - Wow Suzanne. That’s amazing.

   The part about Grandpa nodding along is so sweet.

   Comment by Lisa Milton — February 7, 2008 @ 7:42 am

2. Wow, how lucky to get to know your great-great grandparents!

   I have one photo of me with my great-great grandma. It was a five generation photo - her being the oldest and me the youngest. I was just a few days old. It ran in our local newspaper. Five generations! A couple months later, she passed away. My mother is so proud of that photograph.

   Comment by Leslie — February 7, 2008 @ 7:53 pm

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