Piggies

 

Devo pigs say “Whip it. Whip it good!”

This is what happens when your computer goes on the fritz and you have to post your blog through your phone.  Piggy judgment. 

Inseparability

 I love this pic!  Reminds me of something you would see in a Norman Rockwell painting.  Circa late 1940s, early 1950s.

Cottony

 Mom on the right and her younger cousin on the left.  She looks so pretty in her fancy-collared dress and her pearl necklace.  

Ringy-dingy

Times were tough during the Great Depression.  People did whatever they had to do to make money.  One of the things my grandparents did was to run their town's telephone switchboard out of their house.

While my grandmother took care of the daily housework, my mom's sole chore was to run the switchboard.  My mom started doing this at a young age and sometimes wasn't equipped to deal with impatient townsfolk who would make snide comments when she didn't connect the calls fast enough.  Implying that my mom should be doing chores instead of running a switchboard.  My grandmother gave the impatient callers quite a tongue-lashing for getting on my mom's case and tartly informed them that the switchboard WAS my mom's chores.

I believe mom took these pictures when they were getting ready to sell the switchboard equipment in the 1960s.

Thoughtfully

 Little mom, contemplating her life choices.  Her grandmother in the background, making sure little one doesn't get out of hand.