So, by now you know that we’ve been in North Carolina for several weeks now. This means I’ve gotten a chance to see my grandmother more now than I have in several years combined. She lived in a small town about an hour north of my house, right on the border of North Carolina and Virginia.
Small town living really works for her. She loves knowing everything about everybody in the town, and having friends wherever she goes. She loves Libby Hill, a seafood restaurant, with an average patron age of 80, and she still has a parlor, filled with antique furniture and collectibles.
When my brother was in town from Colorado, we went up and spent hours looking through old photo albums.
My grandmother could still point out who each person was, and always had a story for each person. The photos were amazing, especially the ones of my young grandparents.
My grandfather passed away in 2011, so it was hard to look at some of these photos. Seeing how happy my grandparents were made me so happy, but I know it made us all miss my grandpa. I’ll go back up there soon and grab some more gorgeous B&W photos!