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These are my grandparents on what I have been told
was their wedding day in 1907.
I can't confirm that, but I wouldn't be surprised.

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dive said…
I love the dress and the hat, Robyn.
And either your grandfather grew a lot between then and the photo in your last post, or he was sitting down.
Dive stole my thunder again. I do like the hat on her. Why don't women wear hats like that anymore?

Nice photo. reminds me of one of those places you can dress up from any given era and have your photo taken. My wife and I did civil war era. She hated the photo so now it rests in my bottom dresser drawer. I sneak a peak every now and then. I will save it for ever. sshhh don't tell anyone!!
Gina said…
Listen, belts are back! What a fashionista!
Anonymous said…
Ooh, I can see some resemblances to your current photos Robyn. Now ain't that weird.
Maria said…
She has a lovely face and he looks like he knows some good jokes.

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