Grandmother and Me

I’m sorting through things and cleaning out/throwing out things I no longer need, and came across a bunch of old photos, including this one of my grandmother and me. It must have been Easter Sunday when I was 10 or 11 years old. She was “Grandmother” in the book, but she looks pretty benevolent here. I know she was only trying to help but we kids didn’t experience it that way. Poor Grandmother. Poor (already fat) Jeannie.