I don’t just write thrillers. I’ve been working with my family to put together an album of photos to go with the journal my grandmother wrote — her memoir of growing up in Oklahoma in the ’20s, of starting a young family in the depths of the depression, and her life up through the first decade of the new millennium. Today my aunt sent me this photo, taken when Grandmother was in high school, and asked me how to caption it.
All I can think to say is: Margaret Vessels, 1928. Completely awesome.
This is my grandmother, and how lucky am I?
UPDATE: In the comments, I tell some more of the story.